basorexia-formyboys

[basorexia-formyboys]

i just wanna stuff my fingers into baji’s mouth to quiet him down while pegging him;; oh to feel his little fangs and call him a good boy

-🌌

babe....you feeding me so well I should kiss you 😔💖

cw: fem!Reader, pegging, drool/spit, tongue grabbing?, dirty talk, idk it's smut

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Baji's tongue swiped over his bottom lip with desperation.

Followed by swallowing the lump in his throat as the drool pooled on his tongue like it would make his sanity return. Each glimmer he felt he had a hold on himself. Was dashed the second your hips snapped into him. Sending his beautiful brown eyes rolling to the back of his head once more.

"Aww Keisuke hard day today at work? You're barely holding on to yourself pretty boy."

Words both teasing and sweet. You don't stop the rhythm of your hips as you drive the twitching toy deep inside him. Hands in the crook of his knees so you can push them down closer to his chest. Allowing you to watch his cock leak over his stomach when the toy sunk deeper into him.

You let go of his legs. Baji's entire all but limp when they splayed out further for you. Bringing yourself closer to him and reaching out to push his pretty black hair out of his face.

"Is that all you got for me today pretty boy?"

Brows pinched of course he shook his head earnestly. Throwing his own arms up above his head and tangling his fingers into his own hair. Keeping it off his own face as beads of sweat popped up along his hairline.

"N-Never-" He managed through clenched teeth, "I'm never done-"

Shushing him you lean down and press your fingers to his lips. Once to quiet him. Then more to push your digits past his lips entirely. Baji taking your two fingers in his mouth with vigor the second you slid them against his writhing tongue.

You giggled at this position you couldn't do much more than rut into him. Baji's hips eagerly meeting your own by grinding on you to the best of his ability underneath while keeping his lips sealed around your fingers. Tongue lavishing them in attention and forcing him to not swallow all the spit that had been pooling in his mouth.

Now it seeped past his lips and down his chin. Making him a messy but pretty fucked out slut under you. Baji could only groan around your fingers when you leaned down closer and caught his tongue between your fingers.

"Messy messy messy," You sung sweetly above him. Tongue pinched between your thumb and forefinger. Baji staring up at you with half lidded pleasure drunk eyes as his cock leaked over his stomach, "What am I going to do with you huh?"

A tug on his tongue when you thrusted into him. Only caused a chest rumbling moan to be torn from his lips. You pulled hard enough on his tongue that it certainly had to hurt a little. But quickly you released it but didn't remove your fingers. Instead quickening the pace you fucked him with. As your spit soaked hand clutched the side of his face. Just your thumb at your disposal as you pushed his lip up. Giggling to yourself as it exposed his sharp little fangs for you to see. Treating him like an animal as you held his face down and ran your thumb over his mouth.

Baji couldn't control the noises slipping past his lips. Face pinned with how your held his throat. And the way you splayed his legs with each forceful thrust. Certain the last would leave him quivering. Only to find another following suit. Until he couldn't contain it anymore.

Fingers clutching the back of his neck. And the thumb of the same hand pushed past his lips. Baji choked on his moan by the time it was too late.

Cum spilling over his stomach. Pressed enough to nearly be folded in half by you. He couldn't even move as you drew his sanity right out of him. Ropes of cum painting his abs and your thrusts nonstop. All up to the point he was utterly empty and still twitching around your strap.

"Ah~" You exhaled content with the masterpiece before you. Sitting back on your heels and watching your toy pop out of him with the resentful groan that bubbled up from the man under you. You smiled while situating yourself back on your own back. Looking over at Baji smiling, "Alright big boy, show me how bad you want it. Ride me like you mean it Keisuke."

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[basorexia-formyboys]

At Your Service.

synopsis : bonten!mikey comes home to find a random stranger in his bed.

word count : 2.6k

warnings : nsfw, 18+, cursing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, creampie, mentions of prostitution.

MDI 18+

he just wants to come home after a bloody afternoon, he misses his bed, he’d like to relax but instead he opens the door to his bedroom and finds.. a half naked you.

manjiro raises a brow, “and you are?” how the hell did you even get into his house?

you’re not usually aware of who pays for your services, normally it’d be businessmen looking to blow off steam after a long week of work.

you hurriedly dig through your handbag, staring back at you was a standard business card. “are you not sanzu haruchiyo?”

he scoffs, that fucker. sanzu has been trying to get his boss laid for the past couple of months now, it’d be either a chick he’s fucked before or women he’s met at a club but now a hooker?

“i’m not interested in your services.” his dark black eyes bore into your e/c ones. if he isn’t sanzu then who’s this rude fuck?

you get up from the stranger’s bed, “look..” you raise your hands to show you’re not armed or anything. he doesn’t look like a dangerous man, he doesn’t appear hostile either but with your line of work, you’re always on high alert. who knows what kind of weirdos you might encounter. “i only came here to get paid. i could really use the money. so, if you could kindly direct me to this sanzu haruchiyo’s house, i’d appreciate it.”

he takes a good fucking minute to reply, he rubs his chin in thought while taking another glance at your fine body.

manjiro walks towards you, grabs your wrist and leads you over to the long ottoman standing at the foot of the bed. he easily has you sitting on his lap. “you want money?” he tilts his head to the side, stares down at you with a stoic expression. “show me how much you’re worth.”

of course you want the fucking money, it’s the only reason you’re even in this industry. how else are you going to pay for the bills? this guy looks like he has money, i mean look at his house, it’s screaming dollar signs but are you going to break the rules and have sex with someone who didn’t originally book you? you’re not really sure..

“what’s wrong pretty? weren’t you hired to put that beautiful body to use?” gosh. this guy’s voice alone has your pussy drooling in your panties already. “don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now.”

you try to fight back, “i-i’m not! you’re just.. you’re not the guy who called for me and-”

“you’re here for money aren’t you? i have money to spare if you can get me off.”

fuckit!

he watches you as you slowly unclasp your bra, throwing it somewhere on his floor, even with your tits out in front of this man— he doesn’t break eye contact with you.

you move your hands to his pants.. oh you’re so ready to get this over and done with. you can only imagine the amount of cash this man must have, he reeks of expensive cologne too.

get his dick wet, make him cum, grab the fucking money, get into a taxi and go the fuck home. that’s all you want..

.. he stops your hand from fiddling with his belt buckle, you look up to meet those dark eyes once again. “i’m not paying you for a quick root.”

“huh?”

manjiro snickers, he softly slaps your hand away, grabs your thighs and forcefully pulls you closer. you gasp when you feel his semi-hard cock underneath your drenched panties.

he keeps his eyes locked with you, never breaking it once as he’s tracing the inside of your thighs with his index finger before it stops in front of your clothed entrance. “i’ll pay for what i want— and what i want is for you to fuck yourself on my fingers.”

this is your job goddamnit so why the hell are you suddenly blushing? ok, this man most certainly has experience. how is he so good at this? not only did he manage to get you pooling between your legs but he’s also successfully taken full control of your body. you’re not used to this, most men want shit done to them not the other way around.

manjiro slides your thin panties to the side, his eyes stare at your pretty pussy for awhile longer until he presses a finger against your clit. you yelp, it’s been so long since a man has ever tended to your pussy like this. do you actually miss it?

he can’t help but lick his bottom lip at the sight of you right now, he slides in just the tips of his middle and ring finger. “you can take it from here can’t you?”

you nod your head quickly, your hips move on their own— fuck yes, it’s been the longest time since you’ve been fingered hasn’t it? you want more of him don’t you? hell, even he knows.

“a girl like you? you must’ve never had anyone let you treat yourself like this.” he urges you to keep moving your hips when he pushes his fingers further into you.

oh fuck! you’re close, so so damn close. this man’s fingers are like fucking magic. you’re jealous of all the other girls he must’ve done this to.

“wanna cum?” like an obedient good girl that you are, you nod your head in a crazy fit. oh, he’s good. too damn good- you shut your eyes tight and tilt your head back.

he uses his other hand to cup your face, forcing you to look back at him. “i wanna see your face when you cum pretty thing.”

shit! shit! fuck!

manjiro wants to smirk at how well you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, he can’t keep his eyes off you as you keep chasing your own high. “ugh! ngh- i’m cumming!”

just as you announce those sweet words, he presses his thumb against your throbbing clit and rubs it in holy fucking good circles. his eyes dilate while watching you come undone. where the fuck has this man been your whole life?

this is your job, remember? don’t get attached to your customers.

he flexes his fingers that’s still inside you, scooping up ever last drop of your sweet cum before pulling his fingers out. “open.” he says.

you do as he tells you, parting your lips as you let him shove those used digits into your mouth, you’re forced to suck off your own cum.

for the first time since you’ve met this man like ten minutes ago, he grins and it honestly scares you.

he lifts you up with ease before taking you over to his king-sized bed. if he’s sleeping alone, why does he need a bed this large anyways?

you’re laying on the sheets while manjiro kneels in front of the bed, he curls his hands under your thighs before pulling you towards his mouth.

he gives a kitty lick to your pussy, causing you to grip onto the bed sheets and as you try to close your legs, his grip becomes tighter to keep you in check. is he actually trying to make you cum again?

.. but if manjiro wants to eat you out, oh, you’re gonna let him. he won’t give you a choice.

he starts fucking his tongue into your heat, god it feels so good inside you. he knows what he’s doing.

as he’s working wonders with that mouth, you brush your fingers through his platinum blonde hair and his lips slightly curve against your pussy. this man doesn’t need to be vocal because fuck that tongue speaks for itself.

you’re close again. manjiro can feel it too. he takes his tongue out, then shoves the same two digits he used before back into you and begins to suck on your throbbing clit as he fingers your scarlet hole.

“sh-shit! please don’t ugh!”

he pulls away, admiring how red your pussy’s got from just his mouth, he wipes his lips with two fingers before standing up— his figure towering over you as he unbuckles his own pants while keeping those annoyingly sexy eyes on you.

you blankly stare back, he wish you could see how pretty you are looking up at him right now. he rids of his pants, along with his boxers and leans down to give love bites all over your neck.

you’re trying your hardest to hold in your moans, you have no idea what he’s planning to do with you but it’s your job to pleasure people not him.

you attempt to push him back so you could roll on top of him and ride him into oblivion until he cums but he quickly grabs your wrists and pins it above your head.

your eyes widened. he stops kissing your neck and searches for you eyes again. “don’t even try that.” he rasps in such a demanding tone. he gives your right tit a hard bite and you yelp from the pain. “do that shit again and i’ll bite harder, understand?”

you don’t know what it is about this man that makes you feel so powerless but whatever he’s doing, it’s working.

thinking to yourself that maybe you’ll just let him fuck you in any way he wants, you’ll be able to leave as soon as possible so you completely surrender yourself to him.

manjiro takes his time to work on your left tit, giving it the same exact attention he did with the other. he releases one of your wrist and uses it to massage your other breast. “you’re beautiful, y’know that?”

he makes you blush a second time, you’re not sure how to respond to him. this doesn’t feel like your normal sessions with other men, it’s starting to feel more than that.. almost like he’s trying to make love to you, a hooker.

he leans back up, stares at your neck that’s now completely covered in all his bite marks. he’s on his knees, your legs spread apart and he pulls you closer. the thickness of his cock rests on top of your stomach.

“don’t you want me to suck it first?” you ask, he stops and raises a brow at you. he thinks it’s so fucking sexy the way you said that.

“come here.” he instructs, you follow his finger and got on all fours. you grab hold of his length and he hisses. it’s been awhile since he’s let anyone touch his dick.

as you’re stroking his now fully erect cock, you look up at manjiro and he’s already looking down at you. his eyes clouds with lust, he tilts his head ever so slightly and waits for you to make your next move.

you give the head of his cock a lick, you feel it twitch as he lets out a short groan. he grips your chin, raising it up so you can meet his eyes again. “is the taste to your liking?” he’s clearly talking about the burst of his precum spilling out. you answer him by moaning against the skin of his cock.

manjiro grits his teeth, “jesus. fuck.” he throws his head back as you work your mouth down his thickness. the only thing going through your mind right now is to make him cum hard and fast.

he uses his left hand and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently pulling it back so you’re looking up at him once again. “tryna make me cum? i’m not done with you yet.”

your eyes widened as he practically drags your by your wrist over to his wall, turning you around as he feels up on all your beautiful curves. he positions his cock at your entrance, without a single word, manjiro shoves himself into you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion.

“so beautiful. so goddamn beautiful.” he rasps with each thrust. you placed your hands against the wall to try and balance yourself. “what’s your name?”

are you even allowed to give out your name like that? oh, fuck it! with the way he’s fucking into you right now, you’d give him anything. “y/n- i-it’s y/n..”

“yeah?” his grip tightened around your hips. “from now on.. ah shit.. you work for me, understand?”

if you were any other woman, he’d have his way with you and leave right after.. but with you he’s foaming at the mouth.

he’s hit all the right places in less than minutes, it takes almost half an hour or even longer with other men you’ve ever provided sex for to get you in such a moaning mess.

he pulls your hair back with one hand and his other hand’s latched onto your hip. “answer me.”

you’re not sure what he means by that, you’re not even completely sure he actually means it at all but your getting fucked so well that you don’t even care right now.

“y-yes! yes, i work for you!”

he tilts your head to the other side, leaning down to suck onto your neck like a goddamn leech as his pace only grows faster. “good fucking girl.”

“shit! harder!” you desperately beg.

he pumps into you with all his might, at this point you’re not even the one holding yourself up— it’s his tight grasp that’s keeping you on your feet. “you’ll let me cum inside this pretty little pussy won’t you?”

“god! fuck, yes!”

that’s when he lets himself fill you up to the brim, he stills his hips and lets out a slew of curses as his thrusts become slow and sloppy.

your knees automatically give up on you when manjiro slides his dick out, his warm cum spilling out of you. if the circumstances were different, granted since you’re a prostitute you’ll obviously be on some sort of birth control pill but if it was up to him, he’d be hoping for a kid from you right about now.

he’s quick to catch you, carrying your fucked out self over to his bed again. he disappears somewhere out the room for a few seconds only to return with a towel wrapped around his lower body. he sits at the foot of the bed where your legs are, “do you want to clean yourself?” he asks.

you’re trying your best to avoid his eyes, not only are you completely exhausted from the sex but because you know you have to leave soon and right now, you don’t even know if you want to leave.

“i-i’m fine.. i have to go anyways..” you say, as you’re about to get out of his bed— he grabs your arm and you turn back to look at him with wide eyes.

he pins you down onto the bed, his half naked body hovering above you once again.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, a strange gut feeling rises in your stomach. “you’re not going anywhere. you belong to me now.”

.. huh?

he was being serious before?

“don’t worry, i’m going to pay you for that hour but there’s no way in hell i’m not letting you leave after that. i told you, you’ll work for me now.” he says as his grip around your wrists tightened.

your cheeks blush a furious pink colour. what is it about this man that makes you feel so.. submissive? like he has already put a claim on you without your permission but you feel as though you’re okay with that.

“w-when do i start?”

he’s silent for a brief moment, scanning over your beautiful features that he’s absolutely floored by. how did someone like you get into this industry anyways? he has to know. there has to be more to you than meets the eyes, he just knows it and he’ll do anything to make sure he finds all the answers about you.

he grins down at you, “your shift starts now.”

a//n’s : this has been in my drafts for like weeks. i’m on my knees for this mikey! gosh, i love him so much that i had to write about him. i feel like this deserves a part two, idk. anyways, thank you for reading!

@iamk1llua - please don’t copy, use or translate my work.

[basorexia-formyboys]

@love-and-lore prompt:

"Are you scared of the dark?"

SFW LATE 2008

Sanzu Senju (not ship)

Content warnings: none

tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners @the-rebellious-gege

"Leave the light on please..."

Takemichi and Kakucho were dead, Mikey and many others from Kanto Manji were in jail, and Sanzu was in and out of the hospital as he was hunted and almost maimed in repeat by what we left of the s-62. Revenge for Mucho and Kakucho, Sanzu didn't want to say he deserved it but he did feel that way. How cruel of him to take their lives with his own hands, to not care when Izana or Kisaki died, to be the provider of the weapon that killed the one person who actually had the drive and unwavering determination to save Mikey.

Even through everything, Senju still trailed after him like a happy dog with a smile on her face and words falling from her lips like everything was fine. He'd concussed her and been the reason her commander was impaled in front of them all but she acted like none of it had ever happened. She'd change the topic from the fight as a whole no matter how persistently Sanzu tried to speak about it. Avoidance really did run in the Akashi family DNA.

"Huh? You scared of the dark, Haru-nii?" Senju's tone in response to his request may've sounded teasing but her hand pulled away from the hospital room light anyway. It was getting dark outside, visitor hours would be ending soon, and Sanzu could feel the nightly fear bubbling back up. The dark wasn't necessarily what he was scared of, rather what it may hold how little control Sanzu had when he couldn't see a thing.

It felt like he'd been in the dark for the past nine years, hand clinging to the back of Mikey's Toman uniform and following him as blindly as it gets. The physical darkness felt like he was falling back to that but Mikey was no longer there to follow. No one was, Sanzu was alone with his hands covered in blood from murdered he didn't fully remember committing.

"Yeah.." Just agreeing was easier than explaining every facet and detail of the soul-deep terror. Senju hummed and nodded, letting herself fall back into the seat in the corner of the hospital room.

"That's okay, I still cry when I have to go to the doctor." Senju liked being viewed as nothing but strong by almost everyone, but she was willing to drop everything for Sanzu. She had always been willing to do so.

For the first time in a very long time, Sanzu snerked and looked down at the pink throw blanket Senju had brought him. She immediately let out little smiley complaints that she hadn't laughed at him so he shouldn't laugh at her but it only made him breath a laugh.

"I remember holding your hand when you'd get shots, you almost broke my hand so I made Takeomi do it" Sanzu got a small upside-down smile as he looked at his little sister whose face got pink in embaressement.

"They hurt!! And you're exaggerating, no way I almost broke your hand!" Senju had a grin despite her embaressement, enjoying that she'd succeeded in making Sanzu smile and laugh despite everything they'd been through. Despite everything Sanzu had been through.

"Oh you absolutely did, don't you remember the multiple months when you were nine that Takeomi wore bandages on his right hand and was overdramatic complaining hourly about being in pain?" Sanzu lifted his right hand as if it were limp and waved it a little like it were dead. "He acted like you shattered everything in his hand and it was unusable"

Senju looked up at the ceiling as if searching through her memories, taking a moment before letting out a long 'ohh' once it was clear in her head. She hadn't remembered that being because of her getting a shot but she did remember all of it now. For about four months Takeomi had worn bandages and refused to do any chores their grandmother didn't force him to do. It wasn't too long after that an an argument with Sanzu that he'd dropped off the map and wracked up debt trying to play celebrity.

Senju wasn't sure how to respond so the conversation fell to an almost comfortable silence while she watched her older brother look at his hands. At first he'd been mindlessly picking at his nails but he flipped his hands to stare at his palms as if there was something in them, he was back to stoic exuding an upset Senju had never been able to read.

"Haru?"

"Yeah?"

Senju stared at Sanzu's hands with a slightly frustrated expression but it wasn't at him. Her stomach was flipping at the thought of the upsetting conversation she was about to start but she knew she'd have to fight for peace between them.

"What happened to Mikey and Takemichi isn't your fault. Even Kakucho and Mucho.. you weren't yourself, you were basically brainwashed. You just... you didn't.." Senju pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to silence herself as she fell into long stutters. She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Sanzu, herself, or both of them, but she was struggling for stable bases to build off of.

"I'm not scared of the dark..." Sanzu starting with that felt like more avoidance and Senju had the urge to push them back on track. Now that she'd had to courage to face this head on, a trait she bore in honor of Takemichi who did nothing but, she didn't want to let this go easy.

"Being in the dark feels like I'm blindly following Mikey again. I've been in the dark for nine years."

Oh. Senju's mouth opened in shock, her eyes matching as she looked right into Sanzu's eyes to give him her undivided focus. He'd apparently already been looking at her and she sucked in a breath at the intensity between them. She was grateful it at least was no longer clashing swords, they were on the same side now how they always should've been.

Senju closed her mouth and nodded to prompt more. Her hands were fidgetting with her hoodie sleeves as she watched Sanzu drop all of the information he'd been reluctant to before. The topic swayed a bit off the memories Senju had when Sanzu brought up what had been briefly talked about on September ninth.

Time travel. Sanzu spilled his memories of maiming people all the way back in 2004 when they'd spoken poorly of the original vegetative Mikey, he talked about juvie, getting out and being no-contact with Takeomi, how Mikey looked hardly alive when he got out and died not too long after. Right now Sanzu spilled everything that no one knew about and then some to Senju and only Senju.

He talked for nearly an hour and Senju didn't interrupt once. She wanted to absorb every bit of it, how her courage to start this inspired Sanzu to give his everything too. Neither of them could go back to the past but they could try to change their future. Senju may not be able to always keep away the dark that scared her older brother but she'd give the world to provide a light through it so Sanzu could live as he wanted.

[basorexia-formyboys]

@love-and-lore prompt:

"Don't open your eyes"

NSFW DATE-LESS

Inui×Kokonoi

Content warnings: messy angst-smut blend

tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners @the-rebellious-gege

Did this count as hate-sex? Cheating? Feminization? Fuck, maybe it could even be considered being a cuck. Inui almost laughed at the thought, but moans came out instead. Even as Kokonoi groaned in his ear, bit on his collarbones, fucked into his ass, Inui felt like he might as well have just been a viewer.

"Ah~ Akane~"

That was why, Inui listening as Kokonoi moaned Inui's dead sister's name. It was always like this, Inui's unreciprocated love for Kokonoi making him the perfect fuck for the black haired teen obsessed with Akane. Maybe it was a good thing that Inui was nearly identical to her? It meant he got to keep Kokonoi close, even got to kiss and fuck him on one condition.

Inui's eyes shot open when Kokonoi hit his prostate but the dominant immediately stopped his movements and pulled away just enough Inui couldn't grind down for more pleasure. A punishment, a cruel one with how Inui hated being edged and teased.

"." It had been a dizzying experience for a long time when Inui began to face how quickly Kokonoi's moods could blip into something else, but it was natural now and he closed his eyes in obedience. His eyes that were his one defining feature seperating him from Akane.

Her eyes had been so soft like aloe. Inui's eyes had a natural sharpness to them, something he had been told about probably since he was born. His eyes were boyish, carrying experiences Akane never would've gone through. Kokonoi hated seeing his eyes when they were intimate because it was always a reality check that this was Akane's brother.

"Need to get you a damn blindfold" Kokonoi's tone was angry but pleasured as he continued rutting his hips forward. Inui lightened his moans multiple octaves higher and let out whispy agreements. He felt Kokonoi's teeth trail down his chest, the too-small black bralette giving enough push to feign boobs to sell the effect.

Inui wished he hated this, that he could only be with his near lifelong love if he pretended to be someone else, but it was hard to hate when it felt so good if he ignored the details.

"Just don't open your eyes, love"

Kokonoi did hate this though, he was nearly drowning in guilt every second he was around Seishu. It made him sick to be around the other boy. He wanted to hate Seishu, throw him to the side and move on with his life. But if he abandoned Seishu, he was throwing away Akane.

Was that really what he was scared of? He had lost her once, no matter how often he refused the truth, so what harm was losing her again? It wasn't that that he was scared of then. It was losing Seishu.

"I said don't open your eyes." Kokonoi snapped as he watched the metaphoric mask he was forcing onto Seishu fall. The deeper moan and those boyish eyes.. they made Kokonoi's heart ache. It was so hard to cum to the thought of pleasuring Akane when he was so focused on wanting those eyes like mint leaves to look at him with love that wasn't so damn sad.

Maybe Kokonoi wanted Seishu to hate him so it was the blond abandoning him first? If Kokonoi couldn't confidently love Seishu, he'd rather Seishu hate him than be hurt by him. But he couldn't let go just yet.

One more fuck, one more kiss, one more daytime date so Seishu wore sunglasses. Kokonoi couldn't let go yet, he couldn't allow Seishu to let go yet.

So he pressed his hips into Seishu's over and over, Akane slipping from his mind but never his tongue. Kokonoi was sure he'd prefer dying to the shame he'd feel if Seishu's name left his lips in a moment like this.

"Need to get you a damn blindfold" Kokonoi grumbled, kissing and biting along Seishu's collarbones and over his chest. He left a trail of lovebites for himself to admire when Seishu wasn't looking.

The high moans were sickeningly sweet, Kokonoi would've liked them from Akane but they just didn't fit Seishu. He wanted to ask the other boy to moan normally for him. Kokonoi wanted to beg those mint eyes to look at him and show him the way they swirled with pleasure and satisfaction.

"I hate those eyes" Every word Kokonoi muttered seemed to be against his own heart. He wanted to cry out that he didn't mean it when he felt Seishu's hands leave where they were digging their nails into his shoulders.

The emotional tension only made Kokonoi's thrusts more focused as if he could hide behind the sex. If he made Seishu cum, he could distract him. That's why he didn't stop until Seishu's hands cupped his cheeks and made them look eachother in the eyes. Kokonoi was prepared to snap, tell Seishu to close his again so Kokonoi could keep running from his feelings. He didn't get the chance to speak though, Seishu pecking his lips with both their eyes open ans sagging his head back onto the silk pillow after.

Seishu looked like an angel even with those eyes. Maybe it was because of the minty broken hearted gaze that he looked so holy.

"Just don't open your eyes, love" Seishu's whisper was his own voice and Kokonoi only realized he was crying when Seishu's thumbs both wiped away streaks of tears.

A stream of 'damnit's fell from Kokonoi's lips as he tucked his face against Seishu's neck and began to fuck him again but with his own eyes closed now. He wanted to run, to hide, to escape. But right now what he wanted most is to pleasure Seishu and give tender and not-so-reluctant care to Seishu's heart.

"Shit~! Seishu" Kokonoi moaned out the proper name as he peaked, grasping tight to the boy in his arms as he and Seishu came together.

Kokonoi had always preferred mint over aloe anyway.

[basorexia-formyboys]

I cannot stress enough how amazing this fic is, truly. Read through the whole thing in one go and it really hooks you in and keeps you on the edge of your seat, I haven't been this invested in a fic in a long long time haha

I just wanted to share these lovely commissions for my angels & demons fic. They’re done by xoidiy over on Instagram. Seeing them come to life is so exciting!

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Takemichi

Content warnings: none

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

"Oh hey isn't that Takemi– he smokes??" Hanma fumbled over his words with a disbelieving smile, having intended to call out to the faux blond and invite him to hang out with Hanma and the rest of the Toman uppers since Mikey and Kisaki were both invested in the guy but now they could all only freeze and look in shock. Of course some delinquents smoked and drank their asses off but Takemichi didn't seem like the type to do either.. until now anyway.

The ocean eyed first division captain sat cross legged on a bench, an umbrella pinched into the inner curve of his right knee so naturally it was like he sat out in the rain like this often. It was.. oddly attractive.

When he wasn't around Toman, he oddly gave more delinquent vibes, as if he were more meant to be a lone delinquent. He was stoic, hair unstyled and baring a pair of black headphones that were clearly used a lot considering the black ducttape around part of the headband, he looked tired too. His left hand was flicking through an mp3 player while his right hand held a paused PSP. He had a black bag laid across his lap as if it were a small lap table that he could set the mp3 down on and return to gaming.

Mitsuya couldn't help his designer-brain getting a little obsessed with the.. aesthetic? The others were just plain admiring.

"Take" A male voice called out, making them realize Takemichi's headphones weren't entirely on as the aforementioned looked up at his shortened name. Someone in a black hoodie and mask came over from the convinience store across the road, holding out a yakitori stick. The stranger chuckled while using the end of it to flick the cigarette out of Takemichi's mouth even as the timeleaper let out tired complaints.

"You asshole, I'm going to make you buy me a new pack if you keep it up." Despite the complaints, Takemichi gave an small smile to the male he'd managed to save. It had taken so much effort but Baji Keisuke stood before him right now, handing him food and being oddly compliant with not letting Toman find out he survived.

"Oh cry me a river, you shouldn't even be smoking. De-stress by burning cars with me or something, stop ruining your lungs." Baji huffed a small laugh while watching Takemichi set the PSP down and take the stick of food being offered. The amber eyed teen sat directly beside him under the umbrella, sideways on the bench with his left leg stuck through the bench seat and back so he could look directly at his savior, and pulled down his mask to eat his own food.

The voice and mannerisms had been enough to tip off Toman's uppers but having it confirmed by seeing Baji's face made most of them nauseous. How was Baji still alive, how had they not known, and why was he faking his death? Why was Takemichi helping him and seeming all close with him? The two were flush together as they sat underneath the same umbrella.

"Ah yes I'm the one ruining my lungs as you breath obnoxious amounts of gasoline and allll the toxic stuff getting burnt with cars. If you ever get caught, you're going to have a whole life sentence from all the cars you've burnt." Takemichi's smile was so exhausted and it hurt Baji as well as the others but none brought it up.

"Pretty sure the whole fake death is a bigger crime, taxes and all that stupid shit." The noiret huffed, his free left hand reaching out and rubbing his index finger beneath his replacement captain's chin. Like a cat, Takemichi's eyes fell shut and he immediately leaned into the affection.

"You had no choice. Last timeline things went.. kinda in my favor when you died? I needed your spot. I'll figure out how to fix things after I'm sure no one dies this time. I'll take the blame so they don't get on your ass either, they can hate me all they want as long as they're breathing and happy otherwise." Takemichi sighed and openly gave Baji a pout while looking up at him. It earned a small upside-down smile from the fanged teen.

"You're doing good, I'll make sure they won't hate you for saving all of us." Baji's words dripped with care and the faux blond nodded, eyes shutting again as Baji kissed between his eyebrows. "Now eat, Take. Hina's gotten on my ass too many times about making sure you eat on our dates."

With Baji's scolding, Takemichi looked at the noiret with playful eyes that should've alerted Baji but didn't fast enough. The ocean eyed timeleaper was fast and precise in dipping his head to bite off a piece of Baji's yakitori only to immediately complain that it was spicy just holding it between his lips. The amber eyed teen happily stole back his food while giving Takemichi a direct kiss, leaving them both with pink cheeks but laughing softly.

"Eat your food, you know I like spicy shit." Baji's left arm slung over Takemichi's shoulders and they ate their own food in comfortable silence. Both were oblivious to the stunned eyes on them and most of the Toman admins were glad Chifuyu wasn't able to come along today. They could hardly keep themselves from rushing the secret lovers, they couldn't imagine how hard it'd be to stop Chifuyu.

"At least they're happy? And he said Baji had to, there has to be a reason." Mikey was uncertain in his own words but spoke them anyway, still watching his childhood friend and current friend be so lovey. Baji continued to pepper kisses on Takemichi's face while they ate and Takemichi gamed with his headphones around his neck playing music low enough to not bother others but so they could both listen.

"By the way, I have an appointment for them to take out the stitches day after tomorrow and I'm making you come with me and mom. I can't thank you enough for helping with the hospital bills" Baji combed his hand through Takemichi's hair and pecked the faux blond's lips again. The other founders couldn't help being a little happy at how sweet the love seemed to be between the two.

Not to mention that Baji had mentioned Hinata and they all knew Baji well that he would never play a part in cheating, so it must've been allowed by Hinata. And his mom knew he was alive so Baji wasn't hurting her. So this was all.. okay. They were hurt about the fake death, it'd been traumatizing, but Baji was alive, happy, safe, loved, and clearly well looked after.

"You don't have to make me, I want to make sure you're doing okay. And playing this sorta.. guardian angel is fun so you don't have to thank me either. Knowing that I've already stopped your death makes everything feel so much better. I think I can actually do it this time. No one is going to die under my watch, I'll save Hina and Mikey and everyone else." Takemichi looked to Baji with love and received yet another sweet kiss before Baji rubbed the tips of their noses together.

"Well you have a ghost on your side too and like hell I'm going to let this all hurt my boyfriend, his girlfriend, or my friends. You can do it, I believe in you. They don't know it but everyone in Toman believes in you, my love." Baji's friends had never heard him sound so in love and softly happy, nor had they ever seen either of the two lovers look at someone the way they looked at eachother. Of course Takemichi looked at Hinata with love but it was a different type of love, still equally important.

"Thank you Kei.. so so much.. but your kisses are starting to be too spicy" Takemichi lightened the mood and it pulled a fangy grin from the noiret who immediately gave Takemichi several teasing kisses while asking how spicy it was and if Takemichi was sure he didn't want some of the spicy yakitori.The faux blond gave laughed out complaints, clearly happy with his boyfriend.

The two soon returned to Takemichi gaming, Baji teasing him about the games and the two just aimlessly chatting with pure adoration in their eyes whenever they looked at eachother.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Hanma×Takemichi

Content warnings: Serial killer Takemichi, descriptions of violent murder, blood, the dead, ooc Hanma and Takemichi

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

"Man why do they give serial killers such cool names" Nahoya chuckled a bit in disbelief as he watched the tv in Takemichi's room where a majority of Toman's uppers were hanging out while it rained outside.

"Hm? What's up?" Takemichi had been outside of his room, only coming in to the tail end of Nahoya's speaking. So the ginger delinquent looked his way while motioning to the tv.

"Apparently there's a serial killer in Tokyo that they're calling Gyokuto because the dude wears a rabbit mask and uses a hammer to kill people." Nahoya huffed and looked back to the tv. "He totally intended to be named that. Giving killers cool names like Gyokuto and Zodiac Killer only encourages it."

Takemichi paled slightly at the description but not for the reason his gangmates thought. While they were processing that their host might be queasy with killer talk, Takemichi was praying that his friends didn't recognize anything about him if cctv clips played and even more he hoped they didn't find the rabbit mask in the false bottom of one of the drawers of his desk.

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Takemichi was a messy but good killer, he always had been. He left no prints, no dna, no hints that he was in any way involved. He'd been killing for years and watched as his murders showed up as dead-end cases every time.

So how could he be so sloppy?

Ocean eyes peered through the eye-holes of the rabbit mask he wore, staring at one Hanma Shuji who looked just as caught off guard. Except one of them was standing over a corpse with little remains of its head, splattered in blood, and wielding a sledgehammer and the other had just been cutting through an alley to get home. They were both frozen. Takemichi, like his mask's animal, was stuck like prey hoping to not be seen. Hanma was still like a human seeing a stray animal and not wanting to scare it away.

Hanma took a step forward and Takemichi took a matching step back, skidding his foot against the gravel as an audible warning incase Hanma didn't see him raise his hammer threateningly. The taller stopped all motion except putting his hands up in a surrender, confusing Takemichi whose expression contorted to show that behind his mask.

He whipped his head around to make sure he wasn't being snuck up on before looking back at Hanma and taking another step back.

"Wait wait– Gyokuto— I'm not going to tell or call anyone." Hanma's voice was hardly loud enough for Takemichi to hear but had the blond hesitating on his escape. He wasn't about to risk speaking, he wasn't sure how well Hanma could recognize voices but they'd met once and Hanma had to've heard him shout that Draken might be dead.

But he could risk taking steps closer. He was still armed and a better fighter than his gangmates knew, so he took slow steps towards Hanma who stayed where he was and let Takemichi take his own pace. Eventually the hooded and masked blond had circled Hanma, patting his free hand on the noiret's body to check for weapons and taking his phone. He even had the courtesy to show Hanma he was taking it and not just pickpocketing the other. He was a little shocked at the nod he recieved in return.

"Why are you so calm?" Takemichi breathed his words, squinting almost disdainfully as he tried to use the quietness to mask his true voice. Hanma let out a sigh of relief, neither of them sure why but not commenting on it either.

"No clue, I should be pissing myself and screaming for help shouldn't I?" Hanma chuckled quietly and Takemichi let out a quick irritated huff, walking a few steps closer to the body only to stop when Hanma spoke again. "Wait. Don't leave. Let me buy you a drink, alcohol or not. And you still have my phone."

"You're not getting your phone back." Takemichi didn't feel like entertaining the offer at all, scowling behind his mask at the delinquent and his lips turning down even deeper when Hanma huffed a laugh.

"Then you owe me a drink or ten. That phone wasn't free." Hanma really couldn't care less about his phone in the hands of someone worse but he wanted the leverage and could practically feel Takemichi sneer. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments before the blond heavily sighed and walked back.

"You're so fucking lucky I'm in a good mood." Takemichi scoffed and had a lot less hesitation as his free hand wrapped around Hanma's right wrist and dragged him deeper into the alley.

"This is you in a good mood? I'd hate to see you in a bad moo–" Hanma choked on his words as he was slammed into one of the walls deeper in the alley and hardly felt the breeze from the sledgehammer before it smashed into the wall beside him. The abruptness had him jolting to the opposite side and gasping for air in genuine fear like his lungs had been emptied.

"If I was in a bad mood, you wouldn't see me. That guy is your example." Takemichi pointed towards the corpse and Hanma nodded fast. Most forms of adrenaline spikes were Hanma's addiction. Fights, pain, even putting his and other people's life at risk. But having his life at risk out of his control was horrible. This made his heart pound painfully in his chest like it was trying to break his sternum.

"Noted." Hanma choked out the obedient acknowledgement and Takemichi took the hammer back, using the toe of one of his shoes to kick the crumbled brick pieces on the ground closer to the wall. Hanma watched while catching his breath and looked to the space that'd been hardly an inch to the left of his head. The bricks that remained in the wall were shattered and Hanma had to keep in mind that it could've been his skull in that state.

Takemichi was precise, fast, and Hanma's life was currently entirely in his hands. The noiret realized now that he was only alive because the masked teen was allowing it and he could do absolutely nothing to stop Takemichi if he decided Hanma should die. It didn't matter at all how durable Hanma was if it was a goddamn sledgehammer coming at him.

"Now c'mon, I want a coffee." Takemichi stepped back and Hanma took a deep breath, held it, and sighed it out while nodding and pushing himself off the wall.

"Think you should change or something? Most of Tokyo knows your mask." Hanma was a bit more wary with his words now but Takemichi still froze and had a moment of realization that made Hanma chuckle lightly and Takemichi glare at him. "Didn't think about that? Do you have something that would cover just the top half of your face?"

Takemichi shook his head and looked down, thinking. Truly who would believe Hanma if the Valhalla acting commander tried to point fingers at Takemichi? Would Hanma even want to reveal his secret? He had Hanma's phone and pat him down so he knew he couldn't be photographed and he'd still have his hammer while revealing himself incase Hanma tried to go and threaten him over it.

The blond sighed and looked back up at Hanma intensely.

"Keep in mind that, mask or not, I am the one who is a killer between the two of us." Takemichi spoke sternly and Hanma nodded, hardly biting back a grin. Blue eyes rolled and Takemichi peeled his white hood back, left hand revealing himself while his right hand stayed on his hammer.

He pulled the mask's festival-mask tie until it came undone and pulled the mask down until the top of it was just below his eyes and Hanma's were already lighting up and eyes wide with recognition while Takemichi's hardened with a dark glare.

"I'll kill you if you make me regret this." Takemichi spoke slow and Hanma swallowed thickly while nodding and watching the mask be lowered the rest of the way.

"Holy shit.." Hanma breathed out his awe, actually really enjoying this twist despite his life still being at risk. When Takemichi hummed to prompt a more explanatory reaction and tilted his head, Hanma could thoroughly imagine real rabbit ears and tail budding from the killer with curious little twitches.

The thought had him a bit pink cheeked and wearing an upside-down smile, leaning down just a little so they were face to face and getting a small grin at the unamusement on Takemichi's face. The disdain was so clear now but Hanma really didn't care.

"Well let's go get coffee then, moon bunny. Hope you know a place your little Toman buddies won't be because I only know of two places that are open this late and serving coffee. One is in the heart of Shibuya and the other is my apartment." Hanma watched as an irritated scowl spread across Takemichi's face and he started tapping his foot.

"I will let myself get arrested just to slit your goddamn throat, Hanma." Takemichi nearly growled the threat and Hanma just huffed a small laugh, shaking his head and pulling back.

"Alright alright. But seriously, do you know a place? It won't look good to your buddies if we're hanging out. Especially so late. " Hanma was sincere about that part at least and Takemichi hummed while looking at the body that was quickly making the alley smell like iron.

"Let's just go to your apartment, it's easiest" Takemichi shrugged and looked back to Hanma who nodded and spoke a short 'follow me then'.

He knew the alleys around here well, what places had cameras out back and what places didn't and how to get to his apartment nearly completely off the grid. Takemichi was quiet but oddly comfortable as he followed close all the way up into the top floor apartment. It was a studio but roomy, Takemichi letting out a small sigh of exhaustion as they entered. He set his sledgehammer on the floor near the door, not really caring if he got blood around his host's apartment, and left his shoes, hoodie, gloves, and mask in the genkan area since they were all bloody. He couldn't exactly take his pants off but he didn't care much beyond the easy stuff.

Hanma breathed a laugh and walked to the kitchen, filling the coffee pot while Takemichi walked straight out to the balcony and rested his elbows on the railing. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing with the cold night air and knowing he'd just successfully ridded the world of another piece of shit excuse for a human.

"You smoke, bunny?" Hanma's voice was closer but Takemichi wasn't wary and just turned around to the noiret holding an open box of Mevius cigarettes his way with one already in his own mouth. The blue eyed teen hummed an agreement but caught Hanma off guard by snatching the one between the taller's lips and placing it between Takemichi's own. It drew a snort from Hanma and he grabbed another for himself.

"A killer and a thief. Any other crimes I shoukd know about?" Hanma lit his own cigarette and gave Takemichi his lighter to do the same, watching in interest. Knowing that this average, even weak, delinquent was a serial killer made Hanma just naturally interested in everything the blond did. Were their any tell-tales at all?

"A lot actually but we'd be here for a while if I tried to list them." Takemichi lazily smiled around his cigarette and lit it before handing the lighter back, taking a deep drag and blowing it directly at Hanma.

"I'm going to poison your damn coffee." Hanma huffed a laugh with his threat and walked back in the apartment with Takemichi on his tail going and sitting on the bed. He looked to the headboard and noticed a couple old stuffed animals, smiling genuinely at them.

"Do it, I'd be eternally grateful. And your stuffed animals are cute, any of them have names?" Takemichi's tone was nothing but sincere and Hanma looked at him in a bit of light shock, glancing to the aforementioned plush toys and then back at the coffee pot as it finished filling.

"The elephant's name is Hinode, named after this guy that was like an uncle to me. Not the best influence but he kept me fed, sheltered, and alive. The others don't have names." Hanma answered with an uncharacteristically fond smile and Takemichi nodded, looking back at the plushes.

"I have to write the names of mine on the tags, I don't like to forget their names but I usually do. Only one I remember is a little white rabbit plush I named Tsuki. He's a baby toy, rattle in his body, crinkly ears, and buckwheat in his feet but he's my favorite." Takemichi offered that Hanma wasn't alone in having plush animals and the taller huffed a laugh.

"Careful choosing favorites, it hurts their feelings" Hanma brought two mugs of coffee over and sat beside the killer, smoking while he let his coffee cool down.

"Says the one who's only given one of them a name. At least all mine have something to be called." Takemichi laughed out as well and took a sip of the still steaming coffee, enjoying the scald.

"Touché." Hanma laughed out his response and leaned a little against Takemichi, his head on the blond's. Takemichi eased into it and relaxed his head on Hanma's shoulder.

"You're fucking weird for not like.. threatening to turn me in or even trying to get evidence to use as leverage." Takemichi mumbled his words, not needing to speak loud since it was just the two of them so close. Hanma took a drag of his cigarette and Takemichi followed while the noiret blew out the smoke and turned his head so his forehead was against the top of Takemichi's head.

"Would you prefer I did that?" Hanma spoke even quieter, the question partly rhetorical and partly genuine on if that's what Takemichi wanted.

"No.." Takemichi only gave the short but genuine response back, staring down at his coffee. He knew Hanma didn't drug it or anything but the warmth of it, the soothing of the nicotine, and the fading rush of having just killed was making him exhausted.

Hanma seemed to get that as he put out his cigarette on the nightstand on his side and gently took Takemichi's coffee and cigarette so he could set their drinks on the bedside table too. The bleach blond watched in quiet confusion until he was actually being shifted like a ragdoll to lay down on top of the covers with Hanma pulling him close.

"Get some sleep, it's like three in the morning. I'm not going anywhere." Hanma whispered the reassurances and Takemichi looked at him, squinting and staring him in the eyes from inches apart. No matter the hands rubbing his back and their legs tangling together, no matter the care he'd been receiving and the safety he was feeling, he still looked deep into those gold eyes for any sign of a trick and Hanma let him with no qualms.

After a few minutes Takemichi hummed and settled a little.

"Can I borrow a pair of your pajama pants or a shirt or just sleep in my boxers? These are bloody and it's sticking to my legs." Takemichi mumbled the request and Hanma chuckled quietly, nodding and sitting the blond back up at the edge of the bed.

"What would you prefer, bunny? My shirt, my pants, both, or just your boxers?" Hanma walked over to his dresser and started shuffling through while Takemichi watched. The half asleep blond pushed himself to stand and walk over, lightly tugging on the t-shirt Hanma currently wore.

"This and my boxers." Takemichi spoke shamelessly and Hanma looked to him almost lovingly for a moment, stripping off his shirt near immediately and handing it over. Takemichi sat on the bed and, before he could do it himself, Hanma was helping to take his pants off and walking to the kitchen, shuffling the cabinet of cleaning supplies below to find something to remove the blood.

"It won't come out. Take your phone out of the front left pocket and just throw it and the shirt away. I'll borrow some of your stuff to go home, change, and get you your clothes back another night." Takemichi was exhausted but he knew he'd ruined his clothes might not having thoroughly planned this murder. Hanma gave a noise of agreement and tossed his phone onto the bed beside Takemichi before tossing the clothes. A sign of trust, letting Takemichi hold onto the phone.

The blond put it on the nightstand on his side and watched in confusion as Hanma walked over with a warm wet rag and a dry one. His face lit up pink when the taller kneeled in front of him and washed the blood off his legs like he served Takemichi somehow.

"You don't nee-" Takemichi didn't get to finish and let out a small pouty huff as he was interrupted.

"I want to. You're the only one I've trusted besides Hinode to come into this apartment, I usually would rather stab myself with a rusty dull bread knife than let someone in my personal area but.." Hanma sighed and it went without saying that even he was confused by the spontaneous deep trust he had in Takemichi.

Takemichi reached forward and rand his right hand through Hanma's hair while the kneeling teen finished cleaning his legs. Takemichi spread his legs and pulled Hanma into a hug, the older's head resting on Takemichi's chest and listening to his heartbeat.

"Go put the rags away and come to bed with me Shuji. You can sleep on my chest, I'm not going anywhere either." Takemichi spoke softly and kissed the top of Hanma's head. The noiret looked up at him with an expression that was almost pouty.

Hanma didn't intend to look so pouty but he absolutely didn't regret it when it earned him a short but so so sweet kiss to his lips from the serial killer who wore his shirt. While Hanma stood, Takemichi was climbing under the blankets and was being so caring as he repositioned the stuffed animals so none were at risk of falling or getting squished.

The older did as told and changed into pajama pants before getting under the blankets too. Hanma pulled Takemichi close to him all the same but this time Hanma's head was heart-level and he rested against Takemichi's chest with his hair being played with and the blond's other hand rubbing his shoulder and shoulderblades.

They both fell asleep faster and easier than ever before, indescribably comforted by eachother.

Hanma was already awake when Takemichi woke up ten hours later but the noiret hadn't moved hardly at all, still yawning and rubbing his cheek on Takemichi's chest. He'd scooted up a bit to tuck his face into Takemichi's neck while holding the blond close possessively. Hanma didn't want to share the serial killer with anyone, especially not this cuddly and safe side of him.

"Good morning handsome" Takemichi whispered the greeting before yawning and Hanma waited until Takemichi was done to happily kiss him and get a kiss back.

"Good afternoon beautiful bunny" Hanma mumbled his response into the kiss and Takemichi hummed, pressing into it a little more before pulling away and admiring the taller. He ran his hands through the black and blond bedhead with pure affection in his eyes.

"What time is it? I was supposed to go to school today" Takemichi didn't care much for the classes, especially now that he was a timetraveller and knew all the curriculum, so he wasn't upset but he knew his phone probably had a ton of missed calls from Mikey and Hinata.

"A little after one according to the alarm clock on the nightstand behind you" Hanma spoke between soft kisses to Takemichi's neck and collarbones, treasuring every inch of the blond and making sure to show it even as Takemichi grabbed his head to look. "Your phone's rang a bunch."

Hanma loosened his grip, expecting Takemichi to want to immediately go over and check who had contacted him and why, but Takemichi just grumbled that Hanma better hold him again, the noiret doing as asked in confusion.

"They can all fuck off and wait, you're more important." Takemichi mumbled the sincere reason, hugging Hanma around the neck while the golden eyed boy looked at him with love. Takemichi gave a small sleepy smile to the other and got kisses peppered all over his face, both of them ending up grinning.

"You're the most important person to me" Hanma whispered his loving words before directly kissing Takemichi. "I love you so much" He breathed the confession into the kiss and Takemichi pulled him closer, taking his turn to kiss all over Hanma's face.

"You're everything to me and I love you too Hanma Shuji, my most trusted and most important.. My entire world" Takemichi loved getting to be so fully loving, not hiding a single bit of himself but all of him being loved. Hanma felt the same and admired Takemichi like he'd hung the moon and stars, one of his hands combing through dandelion blond hair.

"Is it too early to propose?" Hanma breathed a small laugh with the question but he wasn't exactly joking and it made his heart flutter when Takemichi understood that quick. It made him feel so known.

"How about we get promise rings for now? We can engage, elope, whatever in our own time" Takemichi cooed, completely serious and giggly when Hanma kissed all over his face while repeating 'yes' like a mantra.

"And why don't we go look now? I'm sure there are plenty of other delinquents involved with people in other gangs that aren't traitors." Takemichi gave the suggestion with a chuckle and got a kiss on his lips.

"Yes yes yes. I'll tell you anything you want to know about Valhalla. I'll be the traitor if one of us needs to be." Hanma whispered his promises, loving Takemichi so much more than he cared about any of the taking down Mikey shit. Takemichi gave a happy hum and ran his hands through the black and gold bedhead.

"Well hopefully you won't have to be, reaper.." Takemichi chuckled, rubbing their noses together. He had to admit that he enjoyed that his lover played by his own rules just like Takemichi did. It would make life together so much easier.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Souya Kawata×OC

Content warnings: none (fluff so sweet you might get cavities)

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Souya was not the kind of boy to pull random people into his and Nahoya's life, into his friend group of delinquents, into all of the chaos. And he particularly didn't want to drag Ogami Samuru into it all.

Ogami Samuru, or as Souya called him 'Samu', was the one secret he kept tightly locked away even from Nahoya. Samu was the most peaceful thing in Souya's life. Don't get him wrong, Souya loved delinquency down to his core, but having someone who he could only compare to a humanized peace dove in his life kept away from it all? It was like a secret heaven.

He'd begun to seek out Samu within the couple days after every gang fight and today was no different. But he was too focused on getting to Samu that, for the first time in a little over two years, he was sloppy about it. Souya had gotten as far as being in a fairly nice outfit and riding to a nice quiet cafe he'd suggested for he and Samu to try before he was noticed by Nahoya, Baji, and Mitsuya who'd been riding together after the whole Kisaki in Toman discussion.

Of course they didn't give any sign they were following him. Though Mitsuya was against it at first and just got pulled along with the other two, his interest was very peaked when Souya quickly dipped into a flower shop and came out with two decorative wood roses. One of them was nearly the same blue as Souya's hair and the other was pure white.

That was the first time Mitsuya and Baji had seen him break his usual scowl and look down at the roses with a small smile. He looked lovestruck, pulling his phone out to check something.

Souya glanced at the time, beginning to walk down the sidewalk towards the cafe. He never liked to drive too close to where Samu would be because of his modified motorcycle being loud, respectful of the quiet atmosphere Samu preferred. He walked in and looked around, entire expression softening as he noticed Samu at a booth in the corner with his back to the wall and facing the door.

Souya couldn't help but love Samu. The white hair boy was simple in the most complex ways. Right now, Samu had his hair half up like usual however he'd tucked the left side of his bangs behind his ear and was reading a book that was spread on the table in front of him. Souya felt like this was a first date, he felt like that every time they hung out because Samu didn't actually know Souya liked him.

With his face shades of pink, Souya took a deep breath and walked over. As soon as Samu noticed Souya, his head raised with a small and sweet smile that made Souya's chest hurt happily. Samu fit his bookmark into the book and slid it to the side, always giving Souya all of his attention.

"Are you alright Souya? You look a bit like you got in a fight.." Samu's voice was soft and always seemed like it was trailing off, the white haired boy's arm stretching over the table as Samu gently rubbed the outside of his right index and middle fingers against Souya's left cheek. Where he rubbed, a new bruise had begun to bloom from Toman's most recent fight against Moebius.

"Ah- Mhm- I did but I won!" Souya's voice was an attempt to be as soft as Samu's but he could never quite match Samu.

Baji, Nahoya, and Mitsuya had all found seats in the booth right behind Souya, glad that each booth had high backs and then half walls seperating them. Mitsuya had a small fond smile at the realization that this was something like a date.

"Please be careful.. I don't think I'd be of much help, but please call me if you need to. I can, at the least, patch you up.." Samu was genuinely worried for his friend. This was far from the first time seeing Souya beat up like this. Souya nodded with hummed agreement, leaning into the soft brushes on his cheek. Samu let out a very small breathy laugh.

"You're as affectionate as ever.. just like a cat" Samu smiled as he spoke and shifted his hand. He now cupped Souya's cheek and rubbed it with his thumb fondly. Both felt Souya's cheeks heat up with only drew another sweet laugh from Samu who pulled his hand back.

"Careful getting too red in the face, hun. People might think you like me and not just the affection" Samu's tone was playful but it made Souya's heart hurt. He did like Samu. They both knew eachother liked guys, Samu exclusively and Souya not, but Samu wasn't seeing Souya's small advances.

"Hello, could I get you three anything?" The waitress asked at Nahoya, Baji, and Mitsuya's table. Souya bit his tongue so it wouldn't get awkward around a waitress but his eyes shot open when he heard Mitsuya's voice rattle out three drinks. As soon as the waitress left, Souya spoke again.

"Could we go somewhere else. I want.. we could go to a park?" Souya was never one for improv. His only goal right now was to get away from Mitsuya and whoever the other two were.

Mitsuya and the others tensed, knowing they'd been caught.

"Hm? Of course, could we get drinks on the way? I'll pay this time" Samu began getting up, noticing Souya's rush but not commenting on it. He tucked his book, phone, and heaphones into his dark brown school bag beside his folded gakuran jacket. He looked at the second highest button, curious about something.

"Of course, but you don't have to pay! I like paying!" Souya was splitting his attention harshly, wanting to reassure Samu and not stumble on their conversation. But, as they walked out of the cafe, he shot a very angry glare at the three.

"Well now we gotta know just what all he's hiding. Cause he's definitely hiding it now" Baji chuckled, Nahoya nodding while Mitsuya sighed.

"Or– we let them be and if he wants to tell us later then he can. It may be someone he doesn't want dragged into Toman stuff." Mitsuya was clearly the most mature of the three but Nahoya and Baji both were mature enough to realize that was probably true. So Baji gave a sigh and they all thanked the waitress for their drinks.

"Has he never mentioned that guy to you?" Baji asked Nahoya and recieved Nahoya shaking his head with his straw in his mouth. After Nahoya swallowed his sip of frozen coffee, he spoke.

"Not once. He usually just sorta leaves the house at some point after all of Toman's fights and is out the whole day. I just thought he was driving around or something since he'd spend money. Never guessed he'd found a guy he liked" Nahoya gave a small, sad chuckle.

Souya didn't entirely trust Nahoya to not pull this boy into Toman stuff and maybe that was rightfully placed. Nahoya wasn't mad but he realized he needed to show his twin that this guy wouldn't get dragged into delinquent stuff.

.

.

"Hey Souya..?" Samu asked, resting his head on Souya's shoulder as they sat on a park bench. Despite the earlier intrusion, the two's rest of the day went without a hitch. Souya had given Samu the wood roses and Samu had beyond loved them, twirling them together with his free hand right now while the other was intertwined with Souya's. It was golden hour and they both felt so at peace.

"Yeah Samu?" Souya's voice was audibly sleepy but only because of how comfortable it felt to be around Samu.

"What would you do if I told you I love you..?" Samu's question made Souya jolt fully awake but he stopped himself from jolting physically so he didn't disturb Samu. He was clearly quiet for two long though, feeling Samu's head rise from his shoulder with a sigh from the white haired boy.

At one point or another, Samu had taken his hair out of its hairtie, letting it all fall straight. As Samu let his head hang a bit too look at the roses, his hair obscured his face. Souya was quick but delicate in brushing the hair on Souya's side behind Samu's ear. He looked so sad but Souya couldn't find words.

"I'm sorr-" Samu didn't get to finish as the blue eyed twin softly kissed his temple and then playfully bumped their heads together. Souya's eyes were trained on the roses the same as Samu's.

"I'd tell you I love you too. That I've known I've loved you for over a year, and that you're a dork and missed all of my advances" Souya whispered because of their proximity. This felt right. It felt safe.

"I love you Souya" Samu's smile was audible in his words and it made Souya smile too.

"I love you too Samu, my peace dove" Souya was smiling bright as he finally got to use the petname he'd been waiting to use for months. His forehead was still pressed to Samu's temple and they both enjoyed the closeness.

"If I'm your peace dove, you have to be my summer sky. A dove is nothing without the sky" Samu wasn't sure how he'd make a petname out of what he'd just said but he'd figure that out later.

"I love you so so much. I want to take you home and just get to hold you but my brother is going to be a pain" Souya couldn't find it in him to be peeved at his friends anymore, letting out a small laugh. Today had taken a wonderful turn.

"I love you so so so much too, soracchi. And I think cuddles are worth a little bit of an awkward first meet" Samu pulled his head back and Souya opened his eyes as Samu booped their noses together affectionately.

"Agreed. You can meet my mom too" Souya loved looking into Samu's eyes as he spoke to the white haired boy, even more so upclose. Neither he nor Samu understood why but his eyes had this opalescent iridescence to them. Souya thought it was beautiful, watching the colors shift as the boy looked around, but Samu had always said he wished he'd been born with 'normal' eyes.

"Taking me home to meet my future mother-in-law already, soracchi?" Samu teased, watching Souya pull back as he lit up red and fumbled over words. At first he was denying but then he was agreeing and he was just a flustered mess. Samu gently put his free hand over Souya's mouth and then kissed the back of his own hand as if he were kissing Souya. Souya looked like a tomato when Samu pulled back, opalescent eyes watching Souya while Samu giggled.

Souya couldn't even process words anymore, his mind was blank, his heart was pounding so hard with happiness that it physically hurt. He was so damn in love.

"Be my boyfriend.. please..." Souya's whisper came through a goofy grin. Samu lit up, placing the roses on the bench, and basically tackling Souya to the bench with a tight hug and vigorous nods of agreement.

"yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes-" Samu was giggly as he spoke, face burying into Souya's shoulder while Souya smiled and pulled Samu closer. He didn't pull Samu into his lap but he pulled Samu's legs over his own, both arms wrapped around Samu.

"I love getting held by my pretty boyfriend" Samu spoke so happily and Souya swore that with how happy Samu made him, he could take Nahoya's place as 'Smiley'. "However.. if I keep being held so sweetly, it'll be a bit hard to drive me to your home on your motorcycle while I sleep, soracchi" Samu giggled, audibly sleepy.

Souya chuckled and pulled way, standing and picking up the slightly shorter bridal style. This was a shock to Samu who gasped and then sweetly laughed and leaned to give Souya a kiss on his cheek. Samu made grabby hands towards the roses and his bag, Souya leaning them forward so Samu could grab them and put them on his lap.

"Y'know.. I was thinking earlier in the cafe on if it'd be too subtle to give you my second gakuran button" Samu happily hummed and Souya carried him towards the bluenette's bike.

"Well now you have to. Have to make sure everyone knows your heart belongs to someone" Souya teased Samu huffed happily, digging into his bag as they neared Souya's bike. Souya listened to Samu rip the button off the gakuran, jokingly imagining Mitsuya cringing at the action, and watched Samu pull the button out with a proud smile.

Souya was gentle putting Samu down while the opal eyed boy held onto his bag and the roses. Souya gently slipped the hairtie off Samu's wrist, much to the slightly shorter's confusion, before running his fingers though the white hair. Samu looked ready to melt, adoring Souya messing with his hair. Souya was gentle in tying it all up this time, looser than Samu had it earlier since he took it down because of it hurting.

"It might be a little awkward, but you could put it on a necklace maybe? Or a bracelet? If you keep getting in fights, a necklace would be better and close to your heart" Samu smiled at the button symbolizing one's beloved. Souya was definitely his.

"Speaking of," Souya's happiness had fallen a little. He loved Samu. But it would never be unconditional if Samu didn't at least know of Toman. Samu didn't have to meet them, Souya would prefer he didn't so Samu stayed safe, but Samu deserved to know why he'd come home with injuries. And Souya needed to know that Samu eould love him even as a delinquent.

"Hm? You can tell me anything Souya" Samu noticed the seriousness, wrapping his arms over Souya's shoulders and bonking their foreheads together now that his hair was gently pulled into a messy bun. He let his own eyes fall shut so he could listen to his boyfriend and wore a ghost of a smile.

"I.. I'm a delinquent. In a gang too." Souya spoke uneasily, only to watch Samu's smile grow.

"I kinda guessed, my sky. You've said you get into fights a lot and your knuckles always look really hurt, but now I get to patch you up and kiss your injuries better. My pretty delinquent" Samu's words were damn near life changing for Souya. Souya was once again fumbling for words and that got worse when white eyelashes parted and opalescent eyes looked into his from so close.

"I love you" was the only words Souya could whisper out, so he repeated them like saying them was addicting. His arms slipped around Samu's waist and held them almost flush together while Samu giggled and responded to every single 'I love you' with his own.

Souya couldn't help himself from picking Samu up and spinning him around, kissing random spots around the white haired boy's face while Samu laughed happily. He practically glowed despite the sky getting dark.

Souya loved every bit of Samu. From his head to his toes, his heart, his mind, his soul. They felt so much more intertwined than what just two years would've brought.

"We should get going, my delinquent! I'm sleeping over!" Samu laughed as he spoke, kissing across Souya's face now. Souya laughed too, nodding and setting Samu down. Samu was his, his boyfriend, his soulmate, his beloved, his world.

It was a small bit of a process being delicate putting the wood roses and button in Samu's bag where they wouldn't get broken or lost, but it got done and they took off towards the Kawata household. They were not aware that Nahoya had invited Baji and Mitsuya to apologize to Souya and with them he'd accidentally invited Chifuyu and Hakkai over. So now it was a friendly sleepover with three people owing someone an apology.

What they were not expecting was for Souya to bring Samu inside with both of them smiling. Hakkai and Chifuyu had been very quickly caught up on the situation but it was still a shock to see Angry so.. not scowling.

Samu gave a small laugh and poked Souya's side, his smile brightening the room. Suddenly they knew exactly why Souya had fell for Samu. The white haired boy looked, sounded, and acted like heaven incarnate.

"It looks like they were waiting for you, my sky" He teased and Souya walked over a bit pink in the face. He wasn't expecting for Baji and his twin to apologize, Mitsuya he kinda knew would. Samu walked after Souya, hugging him from behind and hooking his chin over Souya's shoulder with a sweet smile.

Those opalescent eyes were stuck on Souya as he spoke with Baji and Nahoya, lightly scolding them to not follow him again. Samu's eyes were clearly those of someone who was deeply in love. He did flick his eyes to the others and give a tiny wave and grin towards Hakkai, Chifuyu, and Mitsuya. All three ended up with their own grins and waving back.

As soon as Souya had stopped scolding his brother and Baji, Samu buried his face into Souya's neck with a small hum.

" 'm sleepy" Samu mumbled, smile audible even with the clearly sleepy tone. Souya turned pink again, having lost it while scolding his friend and brother, and turned his head to kiss Samu's head. Souya very much loved pda, he was typically quiet about his affections when in busy places but physical things like kisses were easy ways to show that he wasn't being cold or ashamed about it.

He turned to the others, Mitsuya chuckling and making shooing motions. Souya mouthed a 'thank you' before turning to Samu and surprising the boy by suddenly picking him up under the thighs. Samu let out sleepy laughs as he held onto Souya's shoulders, lower legs kicking like an excited child.

"Well that was fucking adorable, I'm gonna get cavities if I have to watch them anymore" Baji laughed as soon as the two had gone into the Kawata's bedroom. Immediately he was met with agreements and chuckles. They would of course tease Souya for this later but it was really nice to see him so happy.

"He's found someone who gives him peace against the chaos" Hakkai was really really happy for Souya and that was evident.

"Mm Nahoya? Sky said he's stealing your pillow so I can use his" Samu's energy had dropped exponentially once putting on a slightly top big shirt and pajamas from Souya. Samu was only half peaked out from the hallway but it was very clear those weren't his clothes that he'd come in wearing.

Nahoya gasped jokingly and shot up, ruffling Samu's hair as he passed and lightheartedly started an argument with Souya. Samu chuckled before looking back at the others and once again giving a sweet little wave.

"I'm Ogami Samuru, please feel free to call me whatever, and I'm Souya's boyfriend" Samu seemed unused to calling himself that but so excited to, so Chifuyu fed into that.

"Hello Souya's boyfriend!" He grinned before introducing himself and was followed by the others doing the same. Samu was really happy to have been opened up to a new side of Souya's life.

"Soooo, why do you call him sky? Is it cause of his hair?" Baji asked with a grin, wanting all the dorky details so he could tease Souya more.

"Mm hardly. It was almost completely because he calls me his dove, peace dove specifically, and a dove is nothing without the sky." Samu said and Chifuyu, ever the romance novel fanatic, internally went feral. Honestly the other three were too.

"Wedding dress or wedding suit?" Mitsuya blurted out. Baji and Hakkai's jaws dropped, Chifuyu shaking Mitsuya by his shoulders with random 'thank you's while Mitsuya and Samu just began laughing. Souya, who was pulling Samu in by his collar, turned tomato red. Nahoya escaped his blue haired twin's grasp and laughed in shock at the question.

Samu looked so lovestruck with the idea of marrying Souya, while Souya looked at Samu as if he were realizing this were real and he really wanted to marry Samu.

"Suit for me"

"Dress-suit please!"

Souya amd Samu answered at the same time, Samu's hands coming up to cover his bright pink face and massive grin.

"Come and sit with the rest of us, lovebirds! We wanna know more about future Kawata Samuru!" Nahoya laughed, patting a spot on the ground. Everyone had been chilling in a sort of semi circle so Souya joined and then Samu giggled and plopped into his lap. Samu looked adorably small in Souya's pajamas and in his lap, despite being only two inches shorter than his boyfriend.

"So how did you two meet?" Chifuyu was the first to pop a question, hoping this was just like a romance novel.

"Welll, according to sky, we met shortly after the Jugem and Twin Devils fight," Samu began. On the drive, Souya had basically dropped a bunch of information about his delinquency and Toman and everything. It was fascinating. "We were classmates in one of the only classes he didn't have with Nahoya and he came in really hurt. I offered to take him to the nurse when he started falling asleep in class."

"More like he was passing out- Mochizuki gave us some damn brain damage" Nahoya laughed and Souya rolled his eyes. The blue haired twin had wrapped his arms and was resting his forehead on Samu's shoulder, so at peace like this. Surrounded by friends in a nonviolent situation and with his peace in his arms. It couldn't be better.

"Well now I gotta fight him myself! No one hurts my sky and his twin and gets away with it!" Samu laughed, playfully hitting his right fist to his left palm.

"Wait- two things. One, you've known Souya for two years and we're just now learning about you? And two, can you fight?" Hakkai blurted out both of his questions and Samu smiled.

"To the first one, yes. Souya didn't hide me for any malicious reason, he just wanted to keep me out of general gang stuff. To the second, yes but probably not nearly as good as any of you" Samu rested his head leaning against Souya's.

"Do you fight any specific way?" Baji asks. Souya's grip on Samu tightened a bit and Samu's head shifted so his forehead was against the side of Souya's head, the ivory haired boy motioning for Baji to hold on.

"I'm not joining Toman or any other gangs, alright? An entire gang could get on their knees and beg and I wouldn't. Someone's gotta be home to patch you all up" Souya's grip loosened and he was visibly more relaxed with the comfort from Samu. It was clear to everyone that Samu knew exactly how to comfort Souya in ways they didn't and couldn't. This is the power he had and why he had been Souya's secret for two years.

Samu turned back to Baji with a smile while angling his arm to run his fingers through the blue hair of his boyfriend. "I don't fight any specific way, nor am I exactly great at it, but I'm working on my punches right now at the gym I go to. The owner says my kicks and dodging are currently my best weapons so I need my punches to be better. Can't exactly kick and dodge my way out of danger" Samu chucked. Baji snorted and then covered his mouth while Mitsuya swatted the back of his head.

They both knew exactly who Baji was thinking of.

"Oh my god Mik-" And then Nahoya's head got Mitsuya's swat as well. Samu laughed at the scene before yawning and bonking his head against Souya's gently. He was getting tired, though he was enjoying the socializing.

"Mm?" Souya hummed, trying to pretend he hadn't fallen asleep with Samu's hand playing with his hair. Hakkai chuckled at it.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, your boyfriend seems tired and you've fallen asleep" Hakkai huffs out a laugh and they watch as Samu goes to stand only to not be able to escape Souya's grip.

"Well, enjoy being there until he's awake awake" Nahoya chuckles as he stood. "He usually hugs his pillow with an iron grip, you're not escaping" Nahoya ruffled Samu's hair again, grateful to the boy for making Souya feel so happy and safe.

Samu playfully pouts before getting a mischievous smile. That was a new expression for them to see and they all watched intently, wondering just how mischievous this boy could be.

Samu turned his head so his mouth was by Souya's ear and they watched as he suddenly nipped the shell of Souya's ear with his teeth. Souya gasped sharply, jolting away with a completely red face and now fully awake while Samu giggled and escaped Souya's lap. Baji covered his mouth to stifle laughing while Nahoya wheezed.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Four

Content warnings: angst (eventual comfort), moderately detailed panic attack

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Draken watched Baji flatline twice before they even made it to the hospital. He rushed beside the paramedics pushing the gurney all the way to the doors of where they'd perform surgery. As soon as the black uniform clad delinquent sat, he was back to that curled position. Arms wrapped around himself tight, knees to his chest, forehead against his knees.

It looked and felt like he was trying to hide. In this moment, Draken was realizing but trying to deny how important Baji alone was to him. It felt like his entire world was at risk of shattering. Could Toman truly exist without Baji?

Could Draken exist without Baji? If he could, the blond wasn't sure life would ever be the same. Draken knew it wouldn't. Life without Baji would be so different it made Draken's body feel buzzy in the worst ways to even think about it.

"Is he okay??" Mitsuya asked while rushing into the room with Kazutora and the others on his tail. He'd made it very clear that Mikey wasn't to come at Kazutora in any way because Baji wouldn't want that. There was tension that wasn't being acted on but it quickly turned to worry about how uncharacteristic they could all immediately tell Draken was. Especially when the vice commander looked up at them and his cheeks were occupied by still falling tears.

"He–" Draken choked over the lump in his throat and his gaze shot down to the ground in shame. It almost broke him but he gulped down the emotional pain that threatened to make him cry like the terrified child he felt like. "He flatlined twice, they're doing surgery right now"

The words were audibly forced and Mitsuya was quick to walk over to Draken and take the seat beside him so he could hug Draken tight. They were all terrified but Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mikey, and Draken were by far the most scared. They all needed Baji.

It felt like hours before the 'surgery in progress' light flicked off. The doctor that came out nearly jumped at the intense focus on him but gave a short nod.

"He'll survive but he will need to stay in the hospital while he heals." With the doctor's confirmation that the fanged teen would survive, they all could've melted with relief.

"oh thank god" Draken whispered, nearly whimpered, but it was very audible in the quiet room where everyone was still processing their gratitudes to good doctors, hospitals, and modern medicine for existing. None of them blamed Draken's verbal reaction because it was the same thing they were all thinking.

"I'll be back" Draken forced out, standing before anyone could ask what he was doing or where he was going.

Just like Mikey when Draken hardly survived on August third, the taller blond was one to hide his more intense emotions. Draken couldn't remember a single time he'd cried as hard as he did when he got to the roof of the hospital. He walked to the raised walls that supported the condenser units for the ac in the hospital and he slid his back down them.

Out here, alone and without people to see or judge, Draken just broke. His shaky voice and choked out words before paled in comparison to the cries he let out now. He cried out for Baji to not scare him like that again, to not be so reckless, to survive this with no permanent damage aside from a scar.

The blond was sobbing so hard his lungs hurt and it felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. Every centimeter nerves felt electrified and it honestly felt like this was possibly the worst he'd ever felt in his life. He didn't blame Baji at all. He did blame Kazutora but couldn't do anything about it for the exact same reason Mikey couldn't, because Kazutora was important to Baji.

Important enough to die for.

Draken swore to a god he didn't entirely believe in that he would kill Kazutora himself if the gold eyed teen put Baji's life at risk again. If Baji died, Kazutora would follow by Draken's hands and only his.

Draken was ripped from his thoughts, having still been choking out cries, by Mitsuya's hand on his shoulder and a worried frown when Draken jolted hard and immediately restrained the noises of his emotional pain.

"Cry, it's okay." Mitsuya sat beside Draken and the blond immediately gave up the half-assed attempt to not sob. He cried to his sworn about everything he was feeling with no holding back.

From how he'd kill Kazutora if Baji died all the way to how deep his mind spiralled at how much it'd ruin him if he lost Baji. In Draken's mind, Baji was first, Mitsuya was second, and Mikey was third as far as most trusted people went. So he had very little hesitancy in telling Mitsuya that he felt like a scared child, like his world had been ready to shatter, that the importance Baji held in Draken's heart was on a whole different level than everyone and everything else.

"Even Emma?" Mitsuya couldn't keep the question from leaving his mouth, pastel purple eyes closely watching Draken for a response. The vice commander didn't stumble in his answer at all.

"So much more than Emma. More than her, more than Mikey, more than Toman, more than the actual world. I'd rather lose all of Shibuya than lose Baji" Draken's hands moved to wrap around his head that was forming a headache from how stressed he was and how hard he'd been crying. His face felt buzzy and that was one of many reasons he hated crying like this.

"My heart feels like it's trying to break my sternum. It wants to run to Baji and stay with him and make sure he's alive and safe. I was so fucking scared when he went and joined Valhalla, I didn't want to lose him. I can't lose him. If he had asked me to run to Valhalla with him, I think I might have." When he was with his twin dragon, Draken could remove the filter between his thoughts and his words. So he just let it all spill free for Mitsuya to help him with.

"I want to protect him from Kazutora. I want to protect him from every damn thing in this world. I want him to rely on me to be there and keep him safe if he needs it." Draken's words were shaky and tear-stained but his sobs had calmed.

Mitsuya didn't want to be amused or entertained right now, not when Draken seemed to be coming out of a panic attack, but him not wanting to didn't stop that he was. There was no doubt now that the feelings were reciprocated. He was happy for the two and now he could only gently guide them to confess.

"It sounds like you love him. Love love." Mitsuya's right hand reached out and rubbed Draken's upper back, black eyes lifting and looking to Mitsuya in confusion. The purplet could see the question swirling in those eyes. 'But what about Emma?'

"I'm not sure what you should do about Emma but it's clear that your love for Baji trumps your love for her. Even if you dated her, your love for Baji wouldn't just disappear. But it's also the same way around. But that's if your love for Emma was ever romantic in the first place." Mitsuya took pride that he could sometimes help others with their feelings even if he was lost on his own more often than not.

Draken nodded and looked at the tiles in front of him. While Mitsuya still rubbed his back, Draken's own right hand removed his hairtie and ran through his braid to undo it.

"Why the hell did I have to go falling for him? This is so fucked, he's going to hate me." Draken, now with his hair free and his right hand running aimlessly though it, was feeling that fear build up again. Would he be the one to hurt Baji, not Kazutora?

"I can promise you he won't hate you. We know Baji better than that, he wouldn't let something like this change anything." Mitsuya tried to avoid giving away Baji's love for Draken because he wanted the two to be able to confess their own feelings but it was so damn hard.

Luckily an upset Draken was a Draken that took to certain statements easily. The blond nodded and seemed to try to encourage himself to calm down. Maybe if he let himself think on a nicer path?

"Would it be cheesy to confess while burning a car with him? Or I can do it like a stupid schoolgirl and put a note in his shoe locker while he's at school, or tuck one into Peke J's collar?" Draken huffed a small laugh that was an attempt at cheering himself up. Mitsuya snerked at how dorky Draken got when he was anxious about confessing.

The talks they'd had about him confessing to Emma were never like this. Those plans were always simple. Confess with a plush gift, a rose, some piece of jewelry. Draken didn't seem to know how to do something personalized for the blond girl even with how much he knew her. His heart had never been fully into it.

"You could combine those ideas and make him go on a little scavenger hunt. You and I both know he loves playing detective. You could put a note in his locker that points him to Peke J and then have the note in the collar lead him to somewhere where you can burn a car together. You can even be super cheesy and write 'be mine?' with gasoline and light that up?" Mitsuya chuckled at the thoughts that felt like they belonged more in some rom-com that everyone hates so much that they love it.

Draken breathed a laugh and got a small smile, nodding. Mitsuya had never seen Draken the way he looked now. Those eyes shone even without the sun hitting them directly, the blond's cheeks were dusted pink, and the smile had more emotion to it than the second division captain had ever seen. Even right after crying his heart out, Draken looked like he couldn't feel lighter.

"You two are going to be an amazing couple. I call dibs on being your best man, okay? I also call dibs on making your suits or whatever you two want to wear" Mitsuya's words were lightly teasing and immediately received flustered complaints from the taller delinquent. But Draken never denied anything Mitsuya said and that made the latter happy.

"Now, should we go back to everyone? They're very worried about you." Mitsuya started standing, more saying the question to communicate what they'd be doing because he knew Draken would agree.

"Yeah, sorry for worrying you dumbasses" Draken chuckled and stood up too, not having any plans on rebraiding his hair. He put it in a loose messy bun like he wore most mornings and followed Mitsuya back into the building.

"We're the dumbasses? Says the one who didn't know he loved his first division captain" Mitsuya immediately kicked into teasing brother mode and Draken turned bright red.

"Oh fuck off, you think I don't see how you eye Hakkai? You look at him like Mikey looks at a kids meal, you're going to devour that poor guy." Draken was jokingly glaring until he made the comparison. Both went silent for a moment before breaking out in laughs despite Mitsuya realizing he was very much not subtle in his own crush. He knew Draken wouldn't go saying anything though, so he didn't exactly mind.

The two walked into the waiting area while calming their breaths from laughing and the others eased seeing Draken much calmer and eased.

"How are you?" Kazutora had been roughly pulled from his destructive delusions when he watched Baji go to stab himself. The Kazutora here was one that knew he was at fault for Shinichiro and Baji even if he wasn't entirely ready to admit it. The Kazutora here was the newest member of Toman and worried about his friend and vice commander. Draken sighed with a smile and nodded.

"I'm alright, had to deal with some shit. How are you all?" Draken was vague because he knew he couldn't hide how pink his under-eyes were. He couldn't hide the rasp to his voice and how sore his throat was from sobbing until he couldn't breathe. So he changed the focus.

Everyone was in similar but very toned-down states as Draken had been in. Of course they were hurting and scared but Baji wasn't the other half of them like he was to Draken. The vice commander nodded and took a deep breath, wondering if it'd be too much for one day if he offered to buy everyone a meal at some fast food place or cafe. Maybe even the place they ate when they first got their uniforms?

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Three

Content warnings: Moderately detailed throwing up, mention of self-injury and self-murder, angst (eventual comfort)

Throught the entire morning of October thirty-first, Baji felt on the brink of throwing up. He hadn't slept for a single minute the night before and his entire body felt like he was electrified. The noiret went as far as not touching people just in case the lightning he felt beneath his skin was actually there. It wasn't a hard task anyway, he wasn't a touchy person especially with Valhalla.

The feeling got landslides worse when they arrived at the junkyard. To an extent that he genuinely had to tell Hanma he'd be back and walk a bit away from Valhalla. The junkyard was long abandoned so it wasn't like he was harming anyone by emptying his stomach about thirty feet away and hidden from the gang he was reluctantly a part of.

He hadn't ate breakfast that morning nor dinner the night before, only smoked and drank after being slightly peer pressured by Hanma and the other uppers of Valhalla to do so. What his body produced due to that was a bitter mix of bile, beer, and stomach acid that burned Baji's throat and made Baji wish he'd brought something to wash the taste from his mouth.

Lucky for him, the masked teen 'Choji' seemed to be the most.. normal (though even calling him that felt questionable) of the gang and had brought himself a bottle of water he planned to hide and grab after the fight. Choji was also the one Hanma sent to go make sure Baji wasn't running off back to Toman.

"Here, don't drink too much or you'll throw up again. You can have it." Choji was short spoken but weirdly caring. Was it caring or just a baseline standard of acknowledging other delinquents as humans with lives and not just cattle for Choji to slaughter? No matter which, Baji let out a raspy gratitude and did as told.

With the first mouthful, he spit it right back out after swishing in hopes of completely removing the burning bitterness. He drank the next half of the bottle and mumbled another thanks after the bottle left his lips. Choji just gave a short nod and began to walk back with Baji on his tail.

All he needed to do was get through this fight. He had no issues sparking infights in Toman before so he would just view this as no different and make Kisaki his main target. In his mind he was still a Toman captain, he was just sparking his usual infights, and Kisaki was a Valhalla member that Baji needed to destroy. That is how he would see this all. That's how he would get through this.

Valhalla walked in when they were introduced and Baji kept his eyes far away from Draken. His planned way of thinking was already failing him and got even worse listening to Draken lay out the condition that, should Toman win, they'd be taking back Baji.

Of course it made him happy they wanted him back, but hearing Draken say that made it all the more meaningful. He was never going to get over this crush was he? Every time Draken made him feel special or important or wanted around, the noiret's cheeks got hot and Baji was damn glad that he didn't visually blush easily. He loved Draken so much but he would never be more than a friend. That's what ruined him.

Luckily Baji had, over the past few days, began to channel sadness into anger. Not at Draken of course. It could never be at Draken. But Valhalla held short spar meetings and Baji had realized that thinking about how he'd never be allowed to love Draken openly made him all the more ruthless. He'd nearly maimed one of the general members by zoning out on reality and into those feelings.

So when both gangs shot off towards eachother, Baji just kept repeating the saddening fact in his mind. He would never get Draken's love, so why not get his hate instead? The noiret wouldn't be able to be just Draken's friend. It'd hurt too much.

The first person he punched was sent absolutely flying and the other Toman members realized that this wasn't a mid-fight turnaround, Baji was genuinely against them right now and they needed to fight their first division captain.

So they did and things happened almost like a blur to Baji. He was nearly too deep in his thoughts to process the things around him.

Hitting Kisaki with a pipe, getting thrown down a little over half a dozen cars, Chifuyu trying to stop him from fighting Kisaki, Kazutora stabbing him, him playing it off and saying it was only a scratch, him fighting fifty Toman members of the third division, him holding a sharp pipe to Kisaki's neck, collapsing, blood, Mikey, Kazutora, his butterfly knife.

And then he was swinging it down while everyone was frozen. At least the noiret thought it was everyone.

"BAJI" Draken yelled, bolting in the direction. Baji was already swinging down but, just like with Osanai, Draken's sense of saving those he cared about was almost inhuman. The blond's hands grabbed Baji's wrists tight and stopped them mid swing. Baji couldn't move his arms even if he tried.

Baji couldn't look up at Draken but he saw the tears from the other as they fell. It didn't take long at all for Baji's eyes to sting and his own tears to succumb to gravity just the same.

"I don't know what the hell is going through your mind but suicide is not the answer. We need you here, Baji. I need you here." In a short moment of emotional weakness, Draken whispered in desperation for the amber eyed 'traitor' to not try to continue the self sacrifice.

"I'm sorry" Baji's words were just as quiet but nearly whimpered out. He didn't fight Draken pulling the knife from his hands and just let them fall to his sides when they were empty. Draken pulled him into a tight hug, both of them just listening to Mitsuya yell for Toman and Valhalla to leave as soon as they all began to hear sirens. Very soon it was just Baji, Draken, and Kazutora. Mitsuya couldn't help but watch from the gate everyone else left through.

"You have to survive this, please." Draken wasn't one to be desperate or cry or even hug people all that often but Baji was so fucking important to him.

"I'm sorry" Baji choked out another apology through gritted teeth and Draken shook his head. "Please leave and take Kazutora, I don't want either of you arrested."

Draken didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave. Baji could vouche that Draken wasn't the one to stab him. Mitsuya revealed himself and hurried over, helping Kazutora stand and holding a hand out to Draken. The blond got the message immediately and only pulled one hand away for just a moment to hand over the knife. Mitsuya basically dragged Kazutora away and managed to get out of the junkyard seconds before the ambulance and police arrived.

Baji was quick to tell them that the person who stabbed him had ran and he was even quicker to describe Kisaki as the assailant rather than Kazutora. Draken didn't argue with that because the blond trusted his fanged friend and figured there must be some reason for it that could be explained in private later. Both absolutely insisted Draken ride in the ambulance too.

Draken's tears fell faster when he watched Baji's eyes fall shut and heard the heart moniter let out one long beep. He curled up with his knees to his chest in the seat to stay well out of the way of the first responders and could only pray that Baji survived.

The vice commander understood panic and mourning brought out new colors of a person but this felt so much more than that. It felt like he was losing a part of himself. A very important part. More than Mikey, more than Toman, more than Emma even. Why did Draken feel like a terrified child?

If he'd been old enough to remember his mother's abandonment, would even that feel this strong? Draken didn't think so.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Two

Content warnings: angst (eventual comfort)

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Baji couldn't stand the way Draken looked at him as he walked up through the meeting he wasn't supposed to attend. That look of anger, worry, hurt, oh it made the soon-to-be traitor feel nauseous. Was this really worth it? He had to protect Toman. It had to be worth it.

And maybe Draken hating him wasn't so bad, it meant Baji would have to move on. Baji had known this feeling was love for only a few hours and he already hated how weak it made him feel. So he feigned even more anger and strength while running passed the other captains and punching that blond kid that wasn't even a member of Toman to try to hide that he couldn't look even remotely in Draken's direction.

Honestly he didn't have to act too much on that. While he despised Kisaki, this other guy irritated him in small random ways and the disrespect to Mikey was a good final straw for Baji.

When he caught Baji's arm, Mitsuya's eyes held anger but that paled in comparison to the absolute confusion and disbelief in them. Baji couldn't explain himself either. Explaining himself even alone to Mitsuya could and almost definitely would ruin everything. So Baji just had to make them all hate him.

"Let go, Mitsuya. Or I'll kill you too." Baji spit the words as rudely as he could but only ended up with a bitter taste in his mouth when Mitsuya only looked more confused. It felt like Mitsuya was way too close to figuring Baji out, it almost scared him.

"What are you trying to d–" Baji didn't let Mitsuya finish, yanking his own arm away and looking towards Mikey while yelling the blond's name.

Baji was as composed as he could be about announcing his betrayal and hurrying out.. but those damned eyes. Dark black eyes from the vice captain that felt like the only significant reaction from all the people there and those eyes did not like him. Those eyes would never look at him with love, would they? Especially not now. Baji let his mind wander far as he walked towards the alley where he'd be meeting Kazutora.

Would things be different if he was a girl? Was it the way Emma acted? Dressed? Her hobbies? He could never pull off being like her even if it meant being with Draken. He'd love to but Baji knew he could never appear as sweet as she did. The amber eyed teen couldn't be less alike from Emma, could he? They were damn near polar opposites and Draken had already unconciously made it a point that it was Emma he loved.

Even if Baji was a girl. Even if Baji bleached his hair and wore contacts and looked like Emma. Even if Baji had the same interests as Emma. Even if Baji took on the same personality. He would never be her. He would never be the one Draken loved.

"Long time, no see, Kazut-" This time it was Baji getting interrupted. He only had to glance once at the smile morphing into worry on Kazutora's face. Two years and his childhood friend could still read some parts of him, huh? Not the parts that gave him away as unloyal to Valhalla but definitely the parts that gave away his emotions having more depth than just betraying friends.

"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?" Kazutora couldn't help his tone being defensive but Baji was quick and sincere in the denying shake of his head.

"No. Mitsuya just.. made me aware of something with myself way before the meeting and it's still hitting hard." Baji chuckled almost humorlessly. The little humor he did draw from it was purely mockery at himself. He knew he couldn't avoid it so he'd just vague it and hope Kazutora didn't care enough to ask. The only person Baji would willingly verbalize his feelings to was his mom. She was an adult with life experience so maybe she could help? Maybe Ryusei's or Chifuyu's moms even?

Baji was grateful when yellow eyes only squinted his way for a moment and then moved on after figuring that it probably wasn't gang related. Baji had already told his mom to ignore and shut out any calls or appearances from Toman members and that he'd be staying with Kazutora for the next eleven days as a sort of celebration of the honey eyed teen's release juvie.

In reality, it was just so none of his Toman friends would be able to contact him and try to bring him back. His will and determination to protect Toman was strong as hell but he wouldn't survive eleven days of his closest friends voicing that there were other options.

Baji knew there were other ways to go about this, a lot of them. But none of them felt as easy as this. All he had to to was join Valhalla, beat the shit out of Kisaki and expose him, get him kicked out of Toman, and return to Toman with explanations of why he did what he did. He just had to push through this all.

Kazutora made that pretty easy with how Valhalla, Mikey, Shinichiro hardly came up outside of meetings with aforementioned gang. It genuinely did feel like a celebration of the tattooed teen's release. They burnt a car on the first night for nostalgia alone and then ran wild across Kabukicho, Harajuku, Shibuya Crossing, and many other busy nightlife places. It was exhilarating.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part One

Content warnings: angst (eventual comfort)

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Amber eyes stared down at the puffball dandelion in Baji's hands with soft stoicism. Would making a wish on a flower be stupid? Was Baji stupid enough to believe a wish on a plant would actually help him? Was Baji stupid in general?

He definitely felt stupid with how he couldn't get the one and only vice commander of the gang he made out of his head. And here the noiret was, considering making a wish on a damn weed to help him figure out why Ryuguji Ken made his heart beat so hard it hurt Baji's chest. Why did the dragon-like teen make Baji's cheeks get warm to the touch and make Baji's mind get fuzzy? Why did being around the blond make the first division captain feel like he had to do everything he could to impress Draken?

Baji couldn't make sense of one goddamn bit of it. He'd never felt this way before, not for anyone that wasn't Draken anyway. He'd been feeling like this for two years about his friend and only that friend. In the delinquent's heart, everything else paled in comparison.

Of course he cared about Kazutora, trusted Chifuyu, desperately missed Ryusei, looked up to Mikey, often thought back on his childhood with Sanzu.. but none of those were in the same way he thought about Draken. None of them made Baji's mind run wild. When Baji thought about Draken, it quickly spiralled into desires for things the noiret felt were fucking weird.

Cooking with Draken. Dancing in the kitchen together. Laughing and having fun in the rain. Going to music shops in Koenji. Go walking around Chinatown in Yokohama. Reminiscing over everything they'd been through together while drinking beers just the two of them. Sitting far closer together than friends would while watching TV or playing video games. Fixing a bike together. Taking care of a cat or two together.

It was weird to think that way about a friend, right? Or did everyone think like that and just kept it to themselves? Baji didn't know the answer to that but he knew Draken and he knew Draken would probably find the amber eyed delinquent stupid to ask for any of those things.

"Goddamn fucking stupid asshole." Baji grumbled insults that he wasn't sure the target of, stoicism turning into a scowl as he grabbed the stem a bit harder and blew out a breath rougher than necessary to send the weed's seeds into the wind. Was he insulting the flower? The belief that a plant would turn things for the better? Himself maybe? It definitely wasn't the blond that he was swearing against.

He threw the bare stem down in annoyance at how an answer didn't come to him immediately and his scowl softened back up to something flat but between angry and very sad. The teen needed an answer to why he felt like this before it drove him insane. But like hell he was going to talk to Draken about it. Or anyone else who'd go and spill it to the tattooed blond.

"Sorry, my club ran a bit late." Mitsuya chuckled as he walked out of the school gate where Baji had been waiting. The latter stood with a small hum of acknowledgement.

"It's alright. You really care about that club, huh? You could own a whole fashion company with how much you like running that club, y'know." Baji's frown pulled up into a genuine smile that only grew into an amused toothy grin when Mitsuya gave a lighthearted overdramatic grimace at the thought of running a company.

"No thanks, I want to make clothes not control people who do and deal with boss shit." Mitsuya chuckled while the two of them began to walk towards Mitsuya's home to hang out before Mitsuya would go pick up Mikey at the bathhouse. Baji snerked at the response but Mitsuya spoke again before the noiret could keep on with the topic.

"So, can I ask what the dandelion did to you?" The lavender haired teen huffed out his question in amusement but received amber eyes going wide and then quickly looking away shamefully in response. Mitsuya's expression turned to light worry while Baji's turned to clear shame and hesitance.

"I was wishing on it as a last ditch effort for something but realized it was stupid while I was wishing." Baji gave an awkward breathed out laugh and Mitsuya hummed.

"Could I know the wish? I might be able to help" Mitsuya's worry turned into a small smile. He was always happy to help his friends and classmates with nearly anything. This would be no different, Baji was like his brother so of course the second division captain would help someone so important to him. Baji sighed and silence lulled while Baji weighed the pros and cons of this. The lilac eyed delinquent knew that's what was happening so he let it be and they just walked in quiet.

"What does it mean when your face gets warm and your chest hurts when you see some guy? Like– do I have some secret insane rage towards this pers–" Baji didn't get to finish as Mitsuya choked on a snort in a desperate but failed attempt to stop it and then began to pop out short apologies amidst laughs that brought the two to a stop. It also drew angered complaints and empty insults and threats from Baji until Mitsuya got a chance to speak.

"You aren't angry, you like the guy. Like like. So who's got you all flustered?" Mitsuya gave an amused but fond smile while he watched Baji's anger turn very sharply into shock that seemed to clear out every thought in the fanged teen's brain. It looked like it was the revelation of the century. Baji's hands crossed over his mouth and then lowered to just below his bottom lip so he could speak.

"Oh-my-god-I-like-like-Draken" The noiret's words were fast and almost panicked with the truth being forced into his face. Amber eyes watched Mitsuya's expression turn to pure shock. That was definitely not who Mitsuya was expecting.

Mitsuya was thinking Chifuyu, Kazutora, Ryusei, maybe even Mikey or, as a longshot, Nahoya since he and Baji had similar personalities. But Draken? Maybe it was just because of Mitsuya's personal view of the blond or maybe it was because he knew of the unknown mutual feelings between Emma and Draken, but Mitsuya hadn't expected Draken.

And now the two teens felt a deep pit in their stomachs as they both remembered Emma existed and loved Draken and was loved by Draken. Baji's hands fell slackly and so did his gaze. With the realizations came a different sort of pain in his chest. In all his desires, he was replaced with Emma and he knew that was be how it actually would be.

"Oh Baji.." With the sight of the abrupt onslaught of regret Baji was experiencing, Mitsuya crossed the small distance between them and hugged Baji tight.

"I'm not her. I'll never be Emma. I'm a fucking idiot." Baji chuckled but with no amusement while he hugged Mitsuya back and nearly clung to the other division captain. The noiret tried to act like he didn't see his vision blurring and feel his eyes stinging by squeezing them shut. But that didn't stop the small tear stained noise that bubbled from his throat.

Baji was the kind of boy where emotions like sadness and anger hit the hardest when he first noticed them and only then would fade. He had to notice them and then they hit like a goddamn truck and then they would slowly leave. Like now how he noticed Draken would never love him back and it shoved him to silently sobbing and clinging to Mitsuya but soon he would play it off. He just needed to get a few tears out that only Mitsuya would ever know about.

"You're not an idiot, Keisuke. You didn't choose to fall for him." Mitsuya's comforts were short because he wasn't experienced in how to deal with this. How do you nicely tell someone that they have to move on right after helping them figure out they love someone who might as well already be taken? Mitsuya was lost and trying to guide a hurt Baji.

The two stayed quiet for a bit, just hugging while Baji fought to stop letting tears occupy his cheeks. The fanged teen pulled away after a few minutes with pink and puffy cheeks and a pained look in his eyes even though the rest of expression was flat. Suddenly what he was about to do later with Toman was both much harder and much easier. And that was something he couldn't tell Mitsuya about.

Maybe focusing on bringing down Kisaki and Valhalla would distract Baji and help him get over this crush that would never get the chance to be something more?

"What if we go hang out at an arcade instead?" Mitsuya suggested against hanging out at his home, not entirely sure if being around Mana and Luna would be best for someone struggling emotionally. Baji just gave a short 'yeah' and they changed their destination. They had until around seven pm when each would go to their homes and change into their gang uniforms where Mitsuya would be in a meeting and Baji would be leaving his legacy in hopes of saving it.

So they occupied themselves all the way up until seven, spending the two hours in a very intense battle to see who could win the most games. It definitely got both of their minds off nearly everything outside of their competition. In the end, Baji won by only a few rounds of a punch strength game.

"I'll catch you up on things after the meeting, alright?" Mitsuya asked while they were leaving the arcade. It was nearly a middle ground between their homes so they decided they'd just split up there.

"You better, I need to stay caught up on shit. Mikey bans me from these meetings way too much." Baji huffed a laugh and Mitsuya snerked, not aware of Baji's inner turmoil. Mitsuya wouldn't need to update the noiret on anything. Baji would be turning his back on Toman today in hopes of saving the gang he treasured so dearly. Baji couldn't let his friend know that though because Mitsuya would try to convince him to stay and would probably succeed. Baji couldn't risk that.

The two delinquents parted ways with completely different plans on how this evening would go

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Mitsuya×Takemichi

Content warnings: none

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Mitsuya had a warm smile on his face despite the cold night as Takemichi pulled up on the side of the road, grinning that friendly smile that had a odd warmth spreading across Mitsuya's chest. The silver haired teen couldn't explain it but, since August third, he'd begun to feel at home with the faux blond.

Takemichi drove a little passed Mitsuya and got out of the black Toyota Premio, walking over and motioning to the motorcycle rack on the back of the car. It looked a little silly but Mitsuya couldn't see any issues in how it'd been installed. He was sure, or maybe just hopeful, that they'd at least make it to the gas station.

"You ready to go? Make sure there's nothing on it that can fly off" Takemichi chuckled and Mitsuya couldn't bite back the content sigh he let out, so softly looking at the blond who just looked back at him in confusion.

"Yeah, let me get it on the rack and we can go. I'll pay for my gas and yours if you want since I made you drive all the way out here" Mitsuya walked to his motorcycle and put it in neutral, leading it to the rack and working it on with a bit of Takemichi's help.

"Don't worry about my gas, I wanted to go on a drive anyway" Takemichi very thoroughly checked the rack before they both got into the car and he began driving. Mitsuya looked around the car with interest in learning more about the driver to his right.

The car was black outside but black and wine red leather inside and so damn clean. It was warm and smelled faintly like luxury cologne and mint and the silver haired teen could've fallen asleep if he wasn't fighting it.

"So you said you won the money in a competition you didn't expect to win, can I ask what kind of competition?" Mitsuya looked to the driver and just admired the way the passing street lights moved shadows across that sweet face repeatedly.

"Promise you won't judge?" Takemichi didn't exactly feel like he had to ask with this particular person but he did anyway and Mitsuya hummed an agreement. "I dance. Not a lot but my mom used to teach classes before she got pregnant with me, she started to teach me when I turned thirteen. I got really into just feeling so in control of myself so I started doing other dances with other people and just teaching myself. The competition was uh.. it was belly dance" Takemichi's cheeks were warm but it was too dark for Mitsuya to see, though he could hear the embaressement in Takemichi's voice even as the blond tried to push out the genre of dance too fast and quiet to be understood.

"Will you show me sometime? You're an amazing dancer if you won a whole car, even if you don't think so." Mitsuya spoke quietly and watched Takemichi look his way in disbelief, the two of them lit up red by the stop lights. The older was nearly sideways in his seat, temple against his headrest so he could just stare as he pleased at the driver.

"I'm.. really not that good" Takemichi's voice was softer and more embaressed. He looked back to the road as the light turned green and Mitsuya was cautious in slipping the blond's left hand off the wheel so he was driving with only his right. He tangled his right fingers with Takemichi's and aimlessly rubbed his left thumb over the stab wound on the back that'd begun to scar already.

"You don't have to be perfect to be good, y'know. Mikey, Draken, me, none of Toman are perfect fighters but that doesn't mean we aren't good." Mitsuya spoke just as quiet and the car fell into a comfortable silence after with just the rumble of the engine.

"Spend the night and I'll show you a little.. We can take your bike to your home and I'll drive you to school." Takemichi was still embarrassed but pushed out the offer before he decided against it. Mitsuya grew a grin and nodded.

"I'd love that. What other dances do you know besides belly dance?" Mitsuya lifted Takemichi's hand and, without much thinking, kissed the scar on the back before turning the blond's hand and kissing the matching scar on his palm.

Takemichi's heart was pounding out of his chest as he warily fit their hands back together and moved Mitsuya's hand to his own lips and kissed each knuckle.

"Folk dance, I've been trying to learn like.. street dance I guess? But it's exhausting. And," Takemichi glanced to the enamored delinquent on his left and gave a small squeeze to Mitsuya's hand. "You seriously can't judge me but I've been learning how to pole dance too."

Mitsuya just gave a sweet smile and kissed Takemichi's knuckles.

"I won't ever judge as long as it's not seriously hurting you or anyone else." Mitsuya's words were a blanket spread far beyond just the dancing, it covered everything Takemichi could ever say or do.

Takemichi smiled and nodded, pulling into a gas station and stopping by a pump. He turned the car off and looked at Mitsuya, just admiring him back. He had wanted to hear that clear and genuine 'no matter what' for so long that it didn't matter it wasn't preceeded by Takemichi's preferred words.

It still had him leaning towards Mitsuya and the silver haired delinquent leaning in as well until their lips were pressed together. Both of their eyes were closed and it was a slow few kisses before they just rested their foreheads against eachother's.

"Will you teach me? Any dance, I don't mind, I just want to dance with you Takemichi. I always want to dance with you." Mitsuya's words were as clear of an 'I love you' as any, if not clearer, and Takemichi kissed him again. A warmth bloomed inside them both and both of them smiled into the kiss before Takemichi pulled back to speak.

"Yes. I want to always dance with you too, Takashi." Takemichi whispered his answer and Mitsuya nipped the blond's lip a little playfully and pulled away afterwards.

"Let me take care of the gas, okay?" The second division captain hardly left room for denial as he got out and put the pump into his bike first. Takemichi let out a happy sigh and relaxed back in his seat, right hand coming up to his lips as if he could still feel Mitsuya's lips on his. Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

Takemichi rolled down the left window and spoke up so Mitsuya could hear him through it.

"What about folk dance? It can be a bit fast but mostly repetition or symbolic stuff that you can use association to remember"

Mitsuya walked over to the door and leaned his arms on it, smiling at Takemichi like he'd hung the moon and all the stars.

"That sounds perfect. I don't have club tomorrow and I can ask Hakkai or Draken to watch my little sisters so it's just us after school?" Mitsuya gave more planned details and Takemichi shook his head, getting a confused noise from the taller.

"What if I teach your sisters too? I don't want to go stealing you from them and they might enjoy it." Takemichi grinned and Mitsuya had to open the door and lean in, left hand cupping Takemichi's right cheek do he could kiss him again. They were both flooded with so much love.

"You're an angel, I'm sure they'd love that." Mitsuya kissed him multiple times, a little addicted to the kisses and the way Takemichi's lips tasted like candy mints. It was so thoughtful to include Mana and Luna and Mitsuya wished he could express that as much as he wanted to.

"Mm I wish I could be an actual angel, things would be easier then.." Takemichi wasn't thinking as he whispered that against Mitsuya's lips and kissed him back more, only to let out a small confused whine when the lilac eyed teen pulled back with a worried expression.

"Is something stressing you out? I can try to help you, I'm on your side." Mitsuya whispered his concern and watched Takemichi's eyes blow wide as he realized what he said. The timeleaper pulled away and out of Mitsuya's hand, clearing his throat and looking down at his lap with furrowed brows and a bit of a pout. Not because of the lack of kiss but out of frustration that he'd opened up too much. He couldn't do that, he couldn't tell Mitsuya. It was still a risk to everything.

Mitsuya frowned and gently led Takemichi back to looking him directly in the eyes.

"I will never judge you. You could tell me the world was ending and you're the only one who knows and I would do everything in my power to help you. I trust you." Mitsuya's thumb rubbed over Takemichi's cheek and the blue eyed teen leaned into it.

"I love you so much" He mumbled the words as strong as they came, saying it the way soulmates would and receiving a small smile.

"I love you so much too." Mitsuya spoke them quietly and Takemichi nodded slightly. He took a deep breath and sorted out his thoughts for a moment.

"I can timetravel. 2017 to 2005 and back but always the same date as whenever I left the other one. Like today here to today 2017 and then tomorrow 2017 to tomorrow here. I.. I'm trying to save people. Right now Baji and Kazutora. It started with my friend Hinata who, in the original timeline, I started dating next year. Obviously that part has changed because I want to always be with you but every time I go back to the future someone else is dead if not everyone." Takemichi's eyes glossed over and he shifted his face to almost hide in Mitsuya's hand. He had to bite back rambling on about hoping he was married to Mitsuya in every future and such, so many thoughts rushing through his head even when he tried to calm them.

Mitsuya was glad the pump would automatically stop, listening as Takemichi backtracked and explained everything.

Kisaki being bad, Akkun's deaths, Hinata's and Takemichi's own, Draken on death row, and now he had to stop Baji and Kazutora from both dying. Mitsuya patiently listened to every word and took it all in, nodding and paying full attention to the timeleaper.

"Then let's fix the future together" Mitsuya's answer was short but the weight it carried had Takemichi wide eyed and with tears falling down his cheeks in shock. The silver haired delinquent offered a small smile and kissed away the tears before fulling standing up outside of the car and finishing up the gas on his bike before putting the pump in the car and paying seperately for it. He came back and sat in his seat, pulling Takemichi into a hug over the center consol and letting him cry into Mitsuya's shoulder.

As if the weather was empathizing, both teens listened to the pitter of rain beginning to hit the gas station building and the cover over the pumps. The heavier it got, the less Takemichi cried until he was just resting his face against Mitsuya's shoulder.

"What do you think of dancing in the rain?" The blond whispered, lifting his head as he heard the click of the gas pump finishing filling his car. Mitsuya kissed his forehead and pulled away, a happy hum coming from him.

"I think I've dreamt about dancing in the rain with someone I loved for as long as I remember and you're already a dream come true" The captain spoke hardly over the rain and Takemichi had a dreamy smile as he watched Mitsuya put the gas pump away and finish the transaction before getting in and closing his door.

"How about Musashi shrine for when it's just the two of us dancing? No one goes there at night." Mitsuya tangled their hands again and Takemichi nodded, so much weight taken off his shoulders.

"I have a small portable speaker and an umbrella in the back, we can prop the umbrellla over the speaker for music" Takemichi loved that things fit together so conveniently and Mitsuya breathed a chuckle while nodding.

"I can grab pajamas while we drop my bike off at my house and you obviously have yours at your home." With Mitsuya tying together the final details of their plans, Takemichi turned the engine back on and began to drive to his lover's home.

🌹

Full laughs, weightless happiness, unconditional love. Mitsuya and Takemichi danced around eachother, the former far messier but they were having fun nonetheless. Both sweethearts were soaked by the rain and the multiple times Mitsuya had tripped and pulled the both to the ground with grins and amusement.

That's what greeted Draken who had just slightly peaked over the stairs when he saw the two and hurried back down so he was well hidden. It gave him an upside down smile when he watched the two fall, briefly kiss between laughs, get back up, and begin dancing again. He liked knowing his sworn brother had found someone to love like that and decided he no longer needed his 'alone time' to gather his thoughts at the shrine that night.

🌹

"This is a bit forward but uhm.." Takemichi stared hard at the ground while Mitsuya stood in front of him confused as he dried his hair from the rain. "Do you want to.. warm bath.. just, nothing– just together–" The blond choked and floundered in an attempt to assure that it wasn't sexual, just soaking in a warm bath together, and Mitsuya chuckled as he came close and cupped Takemichi's cheeks with his hands covered in towels. He pressed small kisses to Takemichi's lips and smiled against them.

"Yes we can take a bath together. A warm bath sounds great right now and so does holding you." Mitsuya whispered his answer and Takemichi flushed, kissing him back happily. When they pulled apart, Takemichi grabbed a fresh dry towel for himself and one for Mitsuya before they both crossed the hall to the wash room.

Not sexual didn't mean Mitsuya couldn't be affectionate, soft kisses on Takemichi's face and shoulders as he helped him take his shirt off and then his own. He happily doted on the blond by washing his hair and back and, after he was washed too, sat behind Takemichi in the bath and massaged his back and shoulders while pressing more kisses to them.

"My sweet everything" Mitsuya whispered in a kiss on Takemichi's neck. The blond was getting visibly sleepy and let out a happy hum as he leaned completely into the taller.

"All yours, forever and always please" Takemichi looked with half lidded eyes up at Mitsuya and got a kiss on his nose.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my heaven" His words were quiet as Mitsuya made the promise and used the petname. Takemichi breathed out a 'me neither' before tucking his face against Mitsuya's neck and nearly melting into the taller. Mitsuya's hands rubbing affectionately on his sides and front only served to bring him closer to sleep.

"Get some sleep, love. I'll get us into bed, okay?" Mitsuya kissed the instructions against Takemichi's temple and that's all it too for the blond to go slack with sleep in the bath.

Lilac eyes admired the face of his lover, running his hand through damp dandelion colored hair and rubbing over Takemichi's cheek and temple. Mitsuya wholy believed in God and, all things considered, he was ready to believe he had a genuine angel in his arms. Takemichi was nothing short of holy and it pulled a loving smile on Mitsuya's lips.

"I'll make sure Mikey hears you out, sweet baby.. I'll help you fix the future no matter what, you don't deserve all that stress on your pretty mind." Mitsuya whispered the praises and promises, kissing a few more times across Takemichi's face before starting a slow but steady process of getting them out of the bath. He loved taking care of Takemichi, drying him off and bringing him to the bedroom and putting him in pajamas before getting to lay with him and hold him close.

Takemichi was his whole world, his heaven and fate, his soulmate.

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Takemichi

Content warnings: none

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

This was Takemichi's favorite place. Warm, safe, comfortable, it kept away the bad thoughts like nothing else could. If he could bottle the feeling this gave him and sell it, he'd make trillions.

But he wouldn't sell it, this was his feeling and only his. Well.. his and the delinquent who held him.

Takemichi was half on top of Baji in the older's bed, both of them hardly awake as they laid beneath several layers of blankets and shared a pillow. Peke J had curled by their heads and it truly fit everything together to have the sleeping cat so close like the three of them were a happy family.

Baji had turned on the radio on his bookshelf and opened the window so the cold night air and the sound of rain and thunder filled the room accompanied by quiet Frank Ocean. It was almost unrealistically serene. The sort of love and peace written in old books or romance manga.

Takemichi took a deep breath and rubbed his cheek on Baji's shoulder, enjoying the faint chill that hung outside of their blankets. He knew that Peke J had zero shame on tucking beneath the blankets with them if he got too cold. Takemichi and Baji were both in sweatshirts and pajama pants so it was beyond comfortable.

Tonight was a long desired break and Takemichi was pretty sure that was an even deeper influence on the calm. Everything was settled, right now things were perfect and others could handle issues if they happened. Takemichi could fully rest even for a little bit and he could focus on just being here and sleeping with Baji and Peke J.

Baji's right arm was beneath Takemichi and then wrapped up around his back to keep Takemichi as close as possible and his left hand was rubbing the blond's right arm, Takemichi having thrown it over Baji's chest so he could play with Baji's hair. The noiret's own right hand had long since slipped beneath Takemichi's sweatshirt to rub his back but now softly tapped to the music.

"I love you" Baji whispered, a small and calm smile on his face. He wasn't sure if Takemichi had also woken back up by the crash of thunder but amber eyes peeked open and he could feel his own eyelashes on his cheeks as he looked down at his lover. At least he was unsure until sleepy blue eyes met his gaze and a matching little smile pulled up on Takemichi's face.

"I love you too" The reply was no louder and the original statement, Baji would even say Takemichi more breathed the words before he shifted his head down to shortly kiss the blond. Takemichi lowered his head back down after the kiss and rubbed his cheek on Baji's shoulder again to get comfy with another soft kiss pressed to his forehead.

The quiet was so so comfortable while they both began to fall back asleep.

[basorexia-formyboys]

NSFW 2018 BONTEN

Ran×Rindou

Content warnings: Incest, detailed mentions of cnc, brief mentions of the following: weapons, stalking, kidnapping, and exhibitionism

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners (ask to be added)

Rindou hated this. He hated how forbidden it felt. He hated how dirty it made him feel. He hated knowing how taboo it was. But most of all he hated how he didn't hate this at all. He loved it. He loved it so much. Out of all the crimes he and his brother committed on a regular basis since they were so damn young, this had been his favorite since they'd started doing this when he was sixteen and nervously hinted at it on his birthday.

Rindou loved bouncing on Ran's lap, his eyes rolled back while their match watched him move in lusty desperation. Watching him get off as he whimpered out for his aniki. They were both into this way too much to ever be fully satisfied by anyone but eachother anymore. Only Rindou's mouth and ass could ever fully pleasure Ran's cock now.

"Shh, don't be too loud Rin.. Don't want them to find out you like riding your big brother like a whore, do you? Do I need to get my needy slut a gag? Tie you up like this is against your will and something you don't want? Use you while you can't do a thing or make a sound? Maybe we could even do it in an alleyway like I just snatched you off the sidewalk and forced my cock in? Ignore all your adorable and useless little pleas for me to stop? We can pretend like I kidnapped you, I'm an obsessed stalker who can't wait to use you while you cry out for help.."

Ran's coos were quiet as he listened to Rindou's loudening moans stutter and fall to a struggled quiet again as Rindou shakily but vigorously nodded to the rest with intense desire for the cnc play. This was Ran's room, they usually fucked in here just for the purpose of being closer to everyone else because thats another thing that helped them get off. The risk of getting caught was huge, especially with Ran's room being wall to wall with Takeomi's and the scarred male staying in his room often.

Rindou gave another obedient and shaky nod to fhe command of quiet but the way Ran had begun to buck up into Rindou's bounces and hit even harder on all the right spots made being quiet so hard. Rindou bit his lips shut, moans coming out as shaky hums with stuttered and fast breaths through his nose as he tried to bounce faster to get off fully. But his bouncing was nothing to Ran's actual thrusts. Rindou needed that and he gave a look to Ran that spelled that out. But his older brother just huffed a laugh in his face.

"You really can't do anything without my help, hm? Beg for it, tell aniki exactly what you want. Make sure you're real specific." Ran's hands had been just resting on Rindou's waist as the younger bounced on his cock but his right now moved up, giving a quick squeeze to one of the the clamps on Rindou's nipples and drawing a pleasured shiver before Ran's right hand reached Rindou's throat and squeezed the sides. Both of Rindou's hands had been stuck to their place on Ran's shoulders, nails digging in so hard they'd drawn blood but neither cared.

"please aniki plea- please fuck me- please fuck me hard Ran I need it so fucking bad- I need your cock to fill me up and use me- I need to be your toy- your victim- god please-" Rindou was always so obedient, breathing out the pleads for pleasure. He almost never disobeyed the commands Ran gave him when they were like this. Rindou loved to obey when he was on Ran's cock, he loved being fucked complacent. If Ran suddenly told him to scream out in pleasure and tell the whole world that the two brothers who used to rule Roppongi and now were members of a criminal organization together were fucking eachother, Rindou would without a second thought until after. But neither wanted their secret revealed. It was the uncertainty of knowing what the response would be that made it more exhilarating.

Would the others just not care and move on? Would the brothers be called dirty and disgusting? Would the reaction be so bad that Mikey would have them killed? Ran and Rindou got off on that, the risk of losing even their lives just so Ran could bury his dick in his little brother's ass.

"Good boy" Ran smirked as he gave the praise, watching Rindou practically deflate when Ran pulled out only for Ran to pulled Rindou into a deep french kiss while Ran's left hand came around Rindou and fingered him to occupy his hole while Ran got a taste of his own cum that still stained Rindou's mouth. Ran loved using fingering Rindou to pull him closer, Rindou gasping as he was spread open and forced deeper into the kiss with Ran's tongue nearly down his throat.

As Ran yanked Rindou into the kiss, he made easy work of flipping them both over and then Rindou once more after breaking the kiss. Rindou's face was pressed into Ran's pillow fast as his back arched and his ass pressed up in the air with neediness. Ran could get drunk just off this sight alone, watching Rindou's asshole visibly tensing and relaxing as if it were trying to pull something in that wasn't there.

Ran was quick to push his dick fully in, watching Rindou's head raise from the pillow with a sharp gasp. The younger shoved his face back into the pillow the moment Ran's hands found their places on Rindou's love handles with his thumbs on Rindou's back dimples and the elder began thrusting into Rindou like he was trying to break the younger in half. Rindou's moans were loud into the pillow and he was grateful that Ran was so picky about his bedding and got thick pillows that were good at muffling.

Rindou was so quickly made a mess by Ran's cock, toes curled and hands balled tight around the sheets. Ran filled him up so perfectly it was like they were made to fuck eachother.

"You're so damn stunning taking your big brother's cock, Rin. I could fuck you for hours and never get tired of how adorable you are begging for me to use you like it's the only thing you have left in this world. I want to make you my little fuck slave so bad, keep you all pretty naked and on your knees in my office while I work." With every dirty sentence, Rindou's mind went fuzzier with pleasure. Being Ran's fuck slave sounded amazing. So so so amazing. No worries or responsibilities but taking his brother's cock.

Rindou begged into the pillow for Ran to make that happen, for Ran to take away all of Rindou's control. Ran wished he could but they were too far into this Bonten thing that they usually needed all hands on deck for missions, Rindou being their top sharp shooter especially. So for now he would just fuck Rindou senseless so his younger brother would forget about all the duties for now.

"So dumb on my cock, you're too stupid to shoot a gun aren't you baby? So dumb you'll need me for the rest of our lives?" Ran's coo was met with vigorous nods. Rindou loved being degraded, infantilized, and objectified, being made out that he was capable of nothing but being fucked and would always need to rely on his aniki for everything. Sometimes they both wondered if the other executives noticed how often Ran insisted on cooking and such for both of them and how they'd look deeply at eachother for a moment when that happened as Ran's eyes told Rindou that he was too stupid for this and to just let his master take care of it.

"I wonder if tomorrow for dinner I should make you take my cum before food. Let everyone see how you are so fucking desperate for me to be down your throat that even food becomes a second priority when you see my dick. Wouldn't you like that, Rin?" Ran leaned over Rindou as be spoke, bucking right into Rindou's prostate as he clamped his teeth around the skin of Rindou's shoulder and began to leave a lovebite with a bite shaped bruise around it. Rindou moaned loud into the pillow with once again fast nods. "Such a good slut for your aniki"

Ran leaned back up and it wasn't long before they'd both came multiple times and were out of energy, Ran's softening cock still inside the younger as he spooned Rindou. Rindou's breaths were shaky and Ran could both see and feel that his little brother's entire body was twitchy. But Rindou looked so euphoric that Ran knew he'd done good.

[basorexia-formyboys]

THERE IS DARK CONTENT AND 18+ NSFT/NSFW ON THIS BLOG.

I DO NOT SUPPORT PRO-CONTACT FOR HARMFUL PARAPHILIAS BUT I DO SUPPORT USING FICTION!!

Okay now that the warning is out of the way,

Call me Mishō, I am 20 years old and I use he/him and it/its pronouns. I am a selfshipper, though I don't tend to write about that much, and a fanfiction writer.

I am associated with @love-and-lore, please go check out other members' works there as there are many amazing artists and writers associated with and linked on that account.

A majority of my stories are self-indulgent meaning there may be heavy canon divergence. None of my stories are beta read.

This post may be edited in the future.

I do write about:

The entire Tokyo Revengers manga

Transgender characters (typically ftm)

dubcon and cnc

age gap (minor and adult)

siblingcest

bdsm

ageplay (not often)

cheating

angst without comfort

major character death

intentional self injury

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