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For the entirety of ‘Hikaru’s’ existence, he had always been at the top of the food chain, spending countless days and nights consuming spirits, ghosts, and every otherworldly creature in between. Needless to say, he was no stranger to the idea of a predator hunting down its prey—the idea of the strong overpowering the weak—the idea of the circle of life taking its natural course and the world spinning round long after it had ended.
What he was a stranger to, however, was the idea of that relationship ever being something racier than just a predator hunting down and eating its prey—racier in that some people wanted to bastardize the whole process and turn it into something pervy. He’d thought he had a good idea of what humans liked to do to appease their sexual desires, recalling the original Hikaru’s memories of late nights spent on certain adult-only websites using his tiny phone screen—but he’d never heard anything about a “sexy” version of nature’s most important relationship.
That is, until one fateful sleepover at Yoshiki’s house.
Now, ‘Hikaru’ wasn’t an all-knowing god, despite the folks around Kubitachi calling him one for a couple of centuries— but he did have better ears than most and a tendency to sleep lightly. And Yoshiki? Well, it seemed that he had conveniently developed a habit of sleep-talking.
It wasn’t like ‘Hikaru’ knew everything happening in Yoshiki’s dream, but from the sounds he kept making and the things he kept blurting out, it was easy enough to piece together that it was— well —a wet dream. Realizing something so juicy, ‘Hikaru’ simply couldn’t help but tune into it! And what better thing to do with such good gossip than to use it for friendly bullying material?
He very quickly decided that he needed more information to be able to tease Yoshiki about it when he woke up. Quietly, he turned around on his tatami mat to face Yoshiki’s bed and took a moment to study him from where he lay. With only the moonlight streaming in from the bedroom window to illuminate ‘Hikaru’s’ surroundings, Yoshiki’s face was hard to make out, but he swore he saw his cheeks flushed red and his lips hanging open.
Most notably, however, his soul… his soul was so bright it was almost blinding. Yoshiki’s soul had always been so bright and so nice and so warm, but right now all of those things seemed to be amplified by a hundredfold. ‘Hikaru’ had never seen anything like this, and it mesmerized him to the point that he nearly forgot what his end goal was. Swallowing deeply, he closed his eyes and refocused his attention on Yoshiki’s words. Well, noises.
At this point, Yoshiki’s sleep-talking had devolved into a series of embarrassing sounds that would undoubtedly raise someone’s suspicions if they stood too close to the door. There were a few words that ‘Hikaru’ caught here and there—words like “eat” and “please”—but he had a hard time concentrating on them as Yoshiki got louder and louder. ‘Hikaru’ didn’t experience sexual desire the way that humans did, but he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t make him excited; the whole situation was so sexy that even his cheeks began to burn hot. Yoshiki, you perv… he thought to himself as he began to lose focus once again.
Eventually, ‘Hikaru’ began to consider waking Yoshiki up just to get him to be quiet. ‘Hikaru’s’ skin now felt hotter than a hundred suns, and his heart raced at a hundred kilometers per hour; he didn’t know those things were even possible without willing them himself. He’d just wanted to tease Yoshiki, and here he was getting all riled up instead. Embarrassing!
But in the end, ‘Hikaru’ didn’t have to worry about that awkward task, because just as he was thinking this to himself, he heard a sharp gasp sound out from Yoshiki’s side of the room—followed by the eerie sound of silence.
No more moaning.
No more talking.
Just silence. Did he just…?
Not wanting to take any chances, ‘Hikaru’ stilled in his fake sleeping position and listened very, very closely to see what Yoshiki would do next. A few painfully quiet minutes passed before the creaking of the bed finally caused his ears to perk up—and his stomach to clench. He wasn’t sure why he was so… anxious about being caught all of a sudden, but he felt like he’d stepped into some dangerous territory, even for a predator like him.
Hurried footsteps followed next, traveling all around ‘Hikaru’s’ head as Yoshiki walked past him. For a second, he thought he’d been discovered and felt his stomach drop to his knees. Oh, shit…!
Lost in preparing to explain what he’d been doing, he belatedly realized that the door had already swung open and clicked shut by the time he got out of his own head.
Upon opening his eyes and seeing no one else in the room, he let out a huge—perhaps a bit exaggerated—sigh of relief, thankful that he hadn’t been caught off-guard in that moment. With the threat of his intentions being revealed—and Yoshiki’s distracting noises—gone, he was finally able to return to his senses.
The senses that made him want to bully Yoshiki, of course.
Little Shit Mode was back on.
Instead of maybe going back to sleep or perhaps checking on the older boy, ‘Hikaru’ decided that he wanted to be just a little annoying—well, more than a little, really. So, instead of doing anything that might be beneficial for either one of them, he chose to get up, turn on the light, walk over to Yoshiki’s bed, and lie down where he had been restlessly sleeping only a few seconds ago. ‘Hikaru’ wasn’t exactly sure where his plan was going, but he did know that it would bug Yoshiki if he had to deal with him in his bed in the middle of the night. And to be teased about his little imaginary rendezvous at the same time? This plan might have to be formed on the spot, but it would be a damn good one!
Laying on his side and holding his head up with his hand, ‘Hikaru’ waited patiently for Yoshiki to return, a silly grin plastered all over his face. He really hoped that he at least vaguely mimicked whatever sexy vixen Yoshiki had conjured up in his head.
…At least, that’s what the plan had been. After some minutes had passed, ‘Hikaru’ realized that his definition of “patient” wasn’t really that patient. What is he doing in there?!
Perhaps due to his unearthly nature, ‘Hikaru’ just couldn’t understand why Yoshiki was taking so long. Numerous thoughts began to fill his brain: Did it normally take this long…? Should he go to check on him…?
A scarier one then flashed through his mind: Had another spirit come after him?!
‘Hikaru’ quickly sat up in the bed, arms propped up on either side of him, and stared hard and long at the bedroom door. His insides stirred around quietly but anxiously, making him feel a bit sick. He wasn’t the one to usually worry so much, but after the incident with the bathroom spirit, where he didn’t get rid of it fast enough and it got into Yoshiki… He shuddered just thinking about it. Not again.
He was really struggling to decide whether to trust his brain or his gut here.
At that moment, however, the door pushed open, and ‘Hikaru’ found himself face-to-face with the boy he was sure he’d just caught having a wet dream—with the boy he’d thought was getting got by some nasty spirits—with the boy whose night he’d hoped to ruin, in place of those aforementioned spirits.
It startled him, to say the least.
“...Why’s yer face like that?”
That was neither what ‘Hikaru’ had expected nor wanted him to say, and he was taken aback for a beat or two. “Like what ?”
“Like…” Yoshiki gestured towards his own face, squinting his eyes and making a goofy sort of grimace. “Like yer smelling old milk or something. Ya just kinda look funny.”
‘Hikaru’ had initially wanted to defend himself, having planned to look more sexy funny rather than funny funny, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he remembered what he’d wanted to do to Yoshiki. Now that Yoshiki was back, what did ‘Hikaru’ really have to worry about?
That dream of Yoshiki’s!
So, how exactly should he spin this to fit his little joke…?
Quickly making up his mind, ‘Hikaru’ flashed his widest grin at the other boy, who seemed to stiffen at the sight, and prepared to drop the ultimate bombshell on him. Shifting around on the bed until he was on his knees, ‘Hikaru’ leaned in Yoshiki’s direction, eyes thinned into slits and shining with nothing but pure mischief. “The only thing I smell is a perv!”
This time, Yoshiki did do something that ‘Hikaru’ expected: his eyes shot open wide, like those of a deer in headlights. And boy, were they comically big! His reaction tickled ‘Hikaru’ so much that he just had to keep on teasing him. “Yeah, you big perv~ I’ve caught you~”
Yoshiki’s jaw clenched in response, likely considering what the best way to escape this situation was. But like hell ‘Hikaru’ was going to let him wiggle his way out of this one!
He got out of bed and marched over to the doorway, where Yoshiki was still standing stock-still. Grabbing the other boy’s hand, he pulled him into the quickly warming bedroom (or was it just the heat of Yoshiki’s embarrassment?), shutting the door behind them. ‘Hikaru’ gave him another toothy smile and squeezed his hand in an attempt to reassure him that he was only joking, and then he began to lead him back towards the bed.
To his surprise, Yoshiki just let him do it.
Something about that made his blood rush fast throughout his borrowed body, but he couldn’t put a finger on why.
The two boys sat down quietly on Yoshiki’s bed, and for a few moments, neither of them spoke. Both were probably thinking about where to go from here. ‘Hikaru’ was particularly confused about what to do next because really, he hadn’t thought about anything past the initial accusation. Well, that was stupid, he scolded himself as he tried his best to decipher the other boy’s thoughts from his expressions.
But ‘Hikaru’ was always quick on his feet, and now would be no exception! So, he pressed on, charting this unfamiliar territory with his own two hands. An entity, a predator like him could handle something as small as this!
“Ain’t ya gonna say anything to defend yerself?” ‘Hikaru’ questioned, elbowing the other boy in the side as he let out a soft giggle, trying to ease any of Yoshiki’s remaining tension. He didn’t want him to be seriously uncomfortable right now, after all.
“Defend myself from what exactly? All I did was walk back from the bathroom, and here ya are calling me a perv—while you were the one layin’ around in my bed at that!”
Oh, so Yoshiki was going to play dumb, wasn’t he? Well, maybe he was playing right into ‘Hikaru’s’ hands without even realizing it!
“That’s just ‘cause I wanted to look all sexy for you, Yoshiki~” ‘Hikaru’ teased, pressing a finger to the older boy’s chest, poking at his raggedy tee. Yoshiki’s eyes darted down toward ‘Hikaru’s’ finger, and for whatever reason, he just couldn’t seem to look away from it. And —if he wasn’t mistaken—he thought he saw sweat collecting on his forehead, haha! ‘Hikaru’ had him right where he wanted him, and he was reveling in it.
“C’mon, Yoshiki, I know about your little dream~” ‘Hikaru’ grinned up at Yoshiki, who was still refusing to make eye contact with him and looked a bit paler than he had a few seconds before. Maybe his rational mind was telling him to pull back a little, but it was just so fun harassing this poor boy. “Tell me more~ Tell me more~! I wanna know all the juicy details, too!”
“‘Hikaru,’ I don’t know if it’s a good idea to—to—” Yoshiki gripped onto the bedsheets below them, nervous tendencies getting the better of him.
“Oh, come on,” ‘Hikaru’ whined, “ at least tell me who it’s about if nothing else!”
“Wait—you don’t know that already?!”
“Of course not! I’m one of those ‘Lost Children,’ not Nounuki-sama, remember? I can’t read yer mind!”
“Then how the hell did ya know I had a wet dream?!”
‘Hikaru’s’ grin got a lot more devilish at that moment, and judging by Yoshiki’s expression, he knew that was also the moment that he fucked up. “ Well, I didn’t know until just now. But I had a pretty good guess, didn’t I?”
If Yoshiki’s face had lost only a little bit of color earlier, it had been drained of all of its color at this point. Knowing him, he was probably beating himself up about that little slip-up. ‘Hikaru’ would have to remedy the situation fast. “That is, ” he started, grabbing Yoshiki’s shoulder, “I could guess ‘cause ya talk in yer sleep, buddy!
Silence.
“And moan!”
Okay, maybe that last part wasn’t necessary, because Yoshiki’s face turned a deep crimson, and he swiftly shook ‘Hikaru’s’ hand off of him like the creature had touched an exposed nerve. “Since when?”
‘Hikaru’ shook his head. “I have no clue, dude. But you were goin’ crazy just now! There’s no way I couldn’t hear it!”
Yoshiki’s mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly revealing that he was at a loss for words and making him look akin to a fish out of water. That’s kinda cute, ‘Hikaru’ absentmindedly thought to himself, unable to hide the smile dancing across his lips.
“I tell ya what: if you tell me who it was about, I promise I won’t bug you about it anymore! I’ll forget the whole thing even happened!”
Yoshiki finally looked at ‘Hikaru’ again, but now his face had morphed into an almost unreadable expression, something bordering between confusion, fear, and relief. ‘Hikaru’ noticed him licking his lips—probably a nervous tic, he figured, but something about it still made his insides shift around a bit—and the tension in the air became almost palpable as Yoshiki mulled over a response.
“C’mon, there’s no way you’ll scare me off! Who’s the lucky girl?”
And silence. Again. ‘Hikaru’ was growing increasingly restless over all of these pauses—how bad could this possibly be? It’s not like he’d stop being friends with him over it! If anything, ‘Hikaru’ would probably feel closer to Yoshiki because that means he finally trusted him with vulnerable information like that… But right when he was thinking about how nice it would be to get closer to Yoshiki, the older boy finally, finally muttered something:
“...Wasn’t a girl…”
“Eh? Then what could—”
Yoshiki’s cheeks reddened yet again, and he broke eye contact with ‘Hikaru,’ looking down at the abandoned tatami mat with new interest instead. ‘Hikaru’ noticed him biting into his lip, and his insides gave a nervous shudder. Maybe he really should’ve just put the jokes aside for the night. But it was too late—he had decided Little Shit Mode was more important than either of their comfort, and now he was paying the price for it.
He had little time to lament his poor decision-making skills, however—because Yoshiki had prepared a bombshell for him this go around: “It was you, ‘Hikaru’! It’s always you.”
At first, ‘Hikaru’ simply blinked at Yoshiki, wide-eyed and dumbstruck. It was like he just couldn’t process what was being said to him in that moment; all of Yoshiki’s words had arrived to him muddy and muffled, and it made it impossible to decipher their meaning.
And yet his insides stirred anyway.
When the words finally sunk their claws into ‘Hikaru’s’ ears—and their meaning into his brain—he simply couldn’t help the way that his cheeks started to burn, the way red dusted across the pale skin of his cheeks and made him into a chameleon of sorts.
His insides stirred again.
“Yer jokin’. Right…?”
Yoshiki gave no answer, but that was more than enough of a reply. The droplet of sweat running down the side of his face didn’t help much either.
‘Hikaru’s’ blush deepened in the tense silence, and his mind began to jump from place to place in an attempt to figure out what to do with this new information. Why me ? I’m glad! I don’t know why I’m glad! But why me? was all that he could repeat in his head by the end of things. Not good.
To stabilize himself, he swallowed the saliva that had collected in his mouth—and his thoughts, his insecurities, his insides went down with it.
He could make this right, so right.
‘Hikaru’s’ lips turned upward into another smile, and with his cheeks still red, he reached up to pull at one of Yoshiki’s own. “Yer so cute sometimes! Look, ya got me all embarrassed!”
“You’re not mad?” Yoshiki questioned, dumbfounded.
“Why would I be? You just flattered the hell outta me!” ‘Hikaru’ pinched his cheek even harder, overcome with affection for the other boy all of a sudden. Yoshiki couldn’t even be bothered to break free of his hold, clearly too confused by this turn of events to consider it. ‘Hikaru’ wondered to himself, Why is my chest getting so… So…?
“So,” ‘Hikaru’ started up again, hand moving from Yoshiki’s cheek down to his knee, “what did we do in yer dream, ya perv?” Maybe ‘Hikaru’ was overstepping the boundary between them, but he figured that he could press a little more before Yoshiki actually got mad. Besides, he was so curious that he just couldn’t help it! Sure, he’d started this endeavor intending to tease Yoshiki about his dream, but now that he knew it was about him, things were a little different. There was a monster inside him, and it craved this knowledge like humans craved fresh, warm food.
Needless to say, Yoshiki was unamused, jaw clenched as he stared down at the hand on his knee. “I thought you said that if I told ya who it was, you’d zip yer mouth?”
“Yeah, well —it’s different when it involves me !”
“I…” Yoshiki seemed to be heavily considering something, his eyes never leaving ‘Hikaru’s’ hand. Seeing this, ‘Hikaru’ had a strange and sudden urge to caress the other boy’s knee, and he found that his fingers were already rubbing it before he had time to process the thought. He wasn’t sure why his body kept moving on its own like that, but it didn’t bother him nearly as much as he thought it would. “Okay,” Yoshiki uttered under his breath, ripping ‘Hikaru’ from his inner thoughts. “I’ll tell you.”
At Yoshiki’s approval, ‘Hikaru’s’ skin became flushed, adrenaline rushing through his veins and making him sweat a little. But his excitement ran more than skin-deep, ran deeper than his human body could ever imagine; his insides squirmed around restlessly over the prospect of what was about to happen, and he had to take a deep breath to keep himself from spilling out. He was the one who kept toeing the line, and yet it still somehow surprised him whenever Yoshiki took the next step with him.
“Please,” ‘Hikaru’ whispered back a bit desperately, his mouth suddenly dry at the thought of being so close to what he wanted.
Yoshiki looked back at ‘Hikaru’ and gulped, readying himself to spill what ‘Hikaru’ figured was probably one of his darkest secrets. Who knew a silly little joke would turn into something so… intimate?
“We… You were b-bitin’ me. Like a predator playin’ with its food…” Yoshiki’s head hung low, and though ‘Hikaru’ didn’t have the world’s best understanding of human emotions, it was clear that he was trying to avoid meeting ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes. “You were bitin’ a lot. ”
“Like a predator playin’ with its food…? That it? Did ya at least kiss me?”
Yoshiki paused for a moment, confusion written on his face, then let out a sigh and shook his head no. “Ya really gotta learn some tact…”
‘Hikaru’ just blinked at Yoshiki, unsure of what he’d said to garner that reaction. “What do you mean…? Did you want to kiss me?”
“‘Hikaru’!”
“What? ”
Instead of answering him, Yoshiki simply gave him a look of disbelief—which, for the record, helped ‘Hikaru’ get no closer to understanding what he was saying wrong—before slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing him close. ‘Hikaru’s’ heart skipped a beat at the sudden contact, and he was about to question Yoshiki about it when he started ruffling his hair.
“Hey! Wait a minute! Yer messin’ up my hair!”
Yoshiki snorted, continuing to do it anyway. “Ain’t that the least ya can do for me? Since when did you start caring about how ya look?”
“I don’t, it’s just—”
“What if I said yeah?”
“Huh?” ‘Hikaru’ finally managed to break free from Yoshiki’s grip and turned around to look at him. What he glimpsed took his breath away—and that was one blushing Yoshiki, dark eyelashes ghosting across his cheeks and making him look oddly pretty in that moment. Yoshiki’s eyes, of course, found their way to everything but ‘Hikaru,’ and ‘Hikaru’ found that something about that bothered him a great deal. Look at me! “ Huh ?”
“F-forget I said anything,” Yoshiki said hurriedly, lifting his hand to block his face from ‘Hikaru’s’ view. “I—”
“No,” ‘Hikaru’ pushed back, in that strange, otherworldly voice of his, the one he used when he really, really craved Yoshiki’s attention. Yoshiki visibly shuddered, but at least he finally looked at him. ‘Hikaru’s’ insides began to quiver again at the sight; he was so excited that it almost hurt. If ‘Hikaru’ understood him right, he’d just said something that would alter the state of their relationship forever. And ‘Hikaru’ liked that idea. “Please, please. ”
All Yoshiki could really do was gulp.
‘Hikaru’ would never be sure what compelled him to do what he did next, but something in his body, his bones, his soul—metaphorically speaking, of course—told him that he couldn’t afford to let this moment get away. Yoshiki wanted to be closer. ‘Hikaru’ needed it.
And so, shaky hands found their way up blush-burned skin, past blush-burned skin to red ears, past red ears and into soft, dark hair. Both boys held their breath. ‘Hikaru’ had no clue what he was doing. Far-off memories of romantic movie scenes played through his head like a film reel, but he didn’t understand that stuff, couldn’t pretend to understand that stuff. Besides, this was real life. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop it—even if he tried. Just… a little taste…
A pause hung over them for what felt like forever, and then it finally, finally happened: ‘Hikaru’ pressed his lips to Yoshiki’s. For a moment, neither boy knew what to do, stunned by the sudden development, but then, as if by some innate and mutual understanding, their lips began to move against one another’s.
God, did it feel good. They were kissing. Kissing! ‘Hikaru’ hadn’t known something could feel so good in this borrowed human body of his, while his true form remained on the inside, untouched and unspilled. But if it hasn’t spilled out yet, he thought to himself, it will soon.
He forced himself to take in a deep, shuddery breath to keep that at bay for as long as possible. He didn’t want to frighten Yoshiki again, after all.
But that didn’t mean ‘Hikaru’ didn’t have this sudden, hellish urge to do things to him, an urge that was deepened as Yoshiki’s hands came to rest on either side of ‘Hikaru’s’ neck. Emboldened by Yoshiki’s acceptance of the situation, ‘Hikaru’ decided to explore some of the other tactics that he recalled from the memories of his body’s previous owner. His tongue dipped past Yoshiki’s lips, timid and slow at first but quickly ridding itself of those traits as Yoshiki let out an adorably breathy noise. ‘Hikaru’ felt like he was working towards Yoshiki’s whims and Yoshiki’s whims only; whatever the other boy liked, he did.
Distantly, he thought the whole situation was rather fitting: Yoshiki had fantasized about ‘Hikaru’ being some predator that wanted to eat him, and in a lot of ways, he was right. He was a predator (a Lost Child) disguising itself as another predator (a person/a human being/a chameleon). But the tables had turned, and swiftly so: it had become the prey (‘Hikaru’?) instead; it had been the prey all along.
He was Yoshiki’s prey right now, wasn’t he?
He was wrapped around his pretty little finger, wasn’t he?
He was going to let this boy get the better of him, wasn’t he?
One way or another, ‘Hikaru’ ended up with his back on the sheets, Yoshiki bracing himself over him, still lip-locked together. Slowly, however, both boys began to acknowledge the compromising position they now found themselves in. With that realization fully dawning on them, they quickly pulled apart, flustered over and embarrassed because of their natural instincts—a fact that was made worse by the recognition that both of them were also breathing very heavily. Yoshiki was the first to speak. “Sorry… I…”
But if he were being honest with himself, ‘Hikaru’ wasn’t really ready to listen. “ More. Please, ” he begged in his true voice, making Yoshiki jump slightly.
Still, that wasn’t enough to scare him away. “O-okay,” Yoshiki whispered back, hands sliding through ‘Hikaru’s’ hair before he returned to kissing him.
Maybe when the smoke cleared and the two boys regained their senses, they’d come to regret the embarrassing things they were doing in this moment. But for right now, this all felt natural, and though ‘Hikaru’ probably understood the situation a little differently from Yoshiki, he knew he wanted to feel this closeness to the older boy for as long as he lived.
While ‘Hikaru’ was getting lost in this comforting closeness, Yoshiki’s hands began exploring other areas of the younger boy’s body. His hands slid down from his hair to his neck to his chest, where they came to tentatively rest. Rubbing small circles into his worn-out shirt, he pulled away from the kiss, which caused ‘Hikaru’ to let out a needy whine in response. He had to stay close to him; he just had to!
“C-calm down,” Yoshiki said, staring down at ‘Hikaru’ through half-lidded eyes, eyes full of want. “I just wanted to see if yer comfortable.”
“Of course I am! Now get back here!” ‘Hikaru’ pulled at Yoshiki’s already too-loose shirt, his entire body pleading with him to just go back to kissing him.
“Wait! Wait! I wanted to see if you…” Yoshiki shifted around above ‘Hikaru’ nervously, something serious clearly on his mind. “If you wanted to… ya know… reach out… or let me touch your insides…”
At first, ‘Hikaru’ blinked in surprise, taken aback by the fact that Yoshiki was asking him this despite knowing how dangerous it was to keep mixing so freely. But then what Yoshiki was suggesting really hit him, and he blushed hard. It wasn’t like being touched like that aroused him per se, but this all… felt more intimate than anything else they could do right now. “Are ya sure…?”
For the first time that night, Yoshiki gave ‘Hikaru’ a genuine smile, and heat began to pool in his stomach at the sight. He felt like he was in a daze, where he’d be willing to do anything Yoshiki suggested as long as it made them both feel good. “Never been surer.”
‘Hikaru’ nodded at Yoshiki’s confirmation and slowly snaked a hand between the two of them to pull up his shirt. Yoshiki leaned back on his knees to give ‘Hikaru’ space to move, and he carefully watched as the younger boy took off his top. Suddenly he felt a lot more self-conscious, and though it wasn’t technically his body, there was… something about the situation that made him feel more shame than he normally would. Was this what it meant to inhabit a human body? “C-can you take yours off, too…? It’s kinda…” ‘Hikaru’ gestured around vaguely, hoping that Yoshiki got the gist of what he meant.
Yoshiki hesitated for a second—probably apprehensive given his self-esteem issues—but ultimately, he agreed, nodding as his cheeks reddened to match ‘Hikaru’s’ own. As Yoshiki pulled his shirt over his head, ‘Hikaru’ couldn’t help but watch him, noting how soft his skin looked and the way his moles dotted it all over. He was beautiful, and ‘Hikaru’ felt himself growing more appreciative of the human body than ever before. “Y-yer starin’...” Yoshiki stuttered, unable to meet ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes again.
“That’s ‘cause yer cute,” ‘Hikaru’ answered honestly, poking at one of the moles on Yoshiki’s torso.
‘Hikaru’ swore he saw Yoshiki’s blush deepen, but this go around, a little bit of confidence seemed to have returned to the older boy, as he wasted no time leaning ‘Hikaru’ back and placing his hand on his chest. “Just open up already…”
And who was he to deny Yoshiki of such a simple request?
Pale skin split open into infinite darkness, and a careful hand found its way into the void; that careful hand explored this sensitive space oh-so-gently, and it made ‘Hikaru’ shiver where he lay because it felt so good. It tickled a bit, yes, but it felt so good. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to describe that feeling to someone else—the feeling of having someone touch you in places you had never been touched before, of having something alive inside you —but he knew that it satisfied some deep, primal craving within him, and that was more than enough for him.
“Feels really good…” ‘Hikaru’ whispered, breathy tones overtaking his words and causing them to come out in a series of almost-moans.
Yoshiki must’ve really liked those sounds because it wasn’t long before ‘Hikaru’ felt something warm and hard pressing in between his legs. “W-whoa, dude, yer h—”
“I know, I know, don’t say it!” Yoshiki spoke hurriedly, clasping his free hand over ‘Hikaru’s’ mouth to get him to shut up before he made the situation even more embarrassing for him. “I know!”
‘Hikaru’ grinned from behind the cover of Yoshiki’s hand, admiring how cute the older boy looked in that moment. Using his own hand to pull Yoshiki’s away from his mouth, he laced their fingers together and placed their hands down beside his head. “You know… I can help ya with that, if ya really want.” ‘Hikaru’ wasn’t really sure what to do, but he figured it couldn’t be that hard to figure out. And boy, was he interested in figuring it out.
Yoshiki’s eyes grew wide, and for a second, ‘Hikaru’ wondered if they were about to pop out of his head. He giggled to himself at the thought, really just happy that he could pull such a reaction out of someone like Yoshiki— no, out of Yoshiki himself. “I-I don’t know if we should—”
But ‘Hikaru’ shook his head before Yoshiki could get anything else out. “Maybe not. But I want to. So… can we?”
Without further exchange, soon a flurry of exploratory hands met a flurry of discarded clothes met a flurry of hot kisses met a flurry of quiet moans and heavy breathing. They had reached the point of no return, but neither of them minded; if they weren’t the same after this, then so be it. They were chasing after a high they had never experienced before, and ‘Hikaru’ wasn’t sure he’d be able to live without it after this. So be it.
“Reach… out… please…” Yoshiki moaned, trying his best to keep moving both the hand exploring the inside of ‘Hikaru’s’ body and the hand touching the other outside parts of him in the same steady rhythm as ‘Hikaru’s’ hands explored him in a very similar manner.
‘Hikaru’ was too focused on keeping his insides in check to give Yoshiki much of a response, dizzy from all the things he was feeling everywhere all at once, so he simply nodded instead. Cold, colorful tendrils slithered out of his body and made their way up Yoshiki’s arm, slowly so as not to startle him.
This took a great amount of mental effort on ‘Hikaru’s’ part, as every inch of his body screamed at him to take Yoshiki inside him, to swallow him whole, to make him his forever. Yoshiki’s soul was so close , so bright, so warm, and all he had to do was push just a little bit more —
But ‘Hikaru’ knew in his heart that he couldn’t do that to Yoshiki, despite what his most base instincts were demanding of him in that moment. Yoshiki may have wanted ‘Hikaru’ to prey on him in his dream, but that would be a nightmare for both of them if they ever acted on it. However, it did remind ‘Hikaru’ of something else Yoshiki had said.
“Do… you still… want me to b-bite ya?” ‘Hikaru’ eventually managed to ask, pleasure nearly preventing him from forming a coherent thought, let alone a coherent sentence.
Now it was Yoshiki’s turn to be taken aback. “ Huh ?” he uttered, disbelief written all over his face.
‘Hikaru’ would’ve laughed at him—had he not been so overwhelmed by how good he was feeling. “Come closer,” he whispered hurriedly, wanting nothing more than to get his mouth back on the other boy.
Yoshiki complied quicker than ‘Hikaru’ thought was humanly possible, but he couldn’t even tease him for it because he himself wasted no time biting into the side of Yoshiki’s neck. ‘Hikaru’ had no experience with this in the slightest, not even from the original Hikaru’s memories, so it wasn’t like he knew how soft or how hard to make each bite. Instead, he tailored the pressure based on the sounds Yoshiki was making, and honestly, ‘Hikaru’ felt pretty proud of himself for making him feel good, too. With each noise that left Yoshiki’s mouth, another thrum of excitement rushed through ‘Hikaru’s’ bones.
All the while, ‘Hikaru’ continued to reach out more and more, inching first up Yoshiki’s chest and then the sides of his neck, where his mouth was still busying itself. Really, he couldn’t help himself—he just had to keep getting reactions out of him. Between how loud Yoshiki’s noises were, how bright his soul was becoming, and how nice the knowledge that ‘Hikaru’ was the one breaking through his stiff facade was, he felt accomplished in a way that he hadn’t ever before. He felt like he was needed.
Eventually, their movements reached a fever pitch, where nothing they did and nothing they said made a whole lot of sense. ‘Hikaru’ was all over Yoshiki, inside and out, inside and out, and both of them lavished in the warmness, the coolness of being mixed together. ‘Hikaru’ was sure that if he were to die right now, he’d die a happy thing.
Yoshiki was the first to break, legs giving out while he was over ‘Hikaru,’ and ‘Hikaru’ submitted to that same bliss not too long after, having fulfilled his duty of making sure Yoshiki was handled first. Heavy breathing filled the air, both of them having reached the limits of their stamina a long time ago (for ‘Hikaru,’ this was more mental than physical), and for a while, neither of them said or did anything. Yoshiki just laid on top of ‘Hikaru’; ‘Hikaru’ reveled in the way Yoshiki’s body pressed down on him.
They could stay like this forever, and he would love every second of it, ‘Hikaru’ thought to himself.
The next morning, ‘Hikaru’ awoke feeling especially groggy—something that, again, he wasn’t aware could happen in the first place, given that he didn’t need sleep to begin with. But here he was anyway, eyes refusing to open and arms and legs wrapped around something warm and large. He gave the thing he was holding a squeeze, perhaps in the hope that it would exude a little more heat, but instead, the only thing that came out of it was a groan.
Perhaps he had squeezed too tight?
Slowly, ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes cracked open, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness streaming in through the window. It was only then that he really registered what he was holding.
“Yoshiki…”
The other boy was already awake, looking down at him with a blush tinging his cheeks and ears. “Yer squishin’ me!”
‘Hikaru’s’ grip loosened, but he didn’t let go of him completely, still wrapped up in embracing Yoshiki. Still, that was apparently enough for Yoshiki, because he let out a long exhale when ‘Hikaru’ let up a little. The two boys stared at each other for a few beats, admiring the other’s features (with ‘Hikaru’ relishing in the hickeys he’d given Yoshiki as well), and then ‘Hikaru’ finally broke the silence of the morning air:
“Why did you take so long in the bathroom last night?”
“... That’s the first thing ya ask?”
And really, ‘Hikaru’ had only asked because he wanted another opportunity to tease Yoshiki. After their rendezvous, he had thought about it some, and he’d recalled some rather embarrassing moments in Hikaru’s memories about late-night bathroom trips. He had to know what he had done to be able to bully him a little; perhaps it was only because of how adorable he was that ‘Hikaru’ kept developing that urge. Perhaps they’d never know for sure.
What ‘Hikaru’ did know was that his most base instinct as a predator—that is, to consume, to have the void inside him filled up—was satisfied, and he was sure that Yoshiki’s was, too, judging by the affectionate way he was looking at him. And that’s all he needed to know for now.