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Strawberries | MXK.

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“His lips does taste like strawberries..” Myohu reflected inwardly, captivated by Kento's beauty as he observed him closely. Under the luminous glow of the moonlight, Kento appeared to possess an otherworldly allure.

TW: NSFW, SELF-HARM.

THIS TAKES PLACE WHERE THE TWO HAD MADE UP.

Since reconciling, Kento and Myohu frequently exchanged letters on a weekly basis to inquire about each other's well-being. Myohu, in particular, was known for sending the most absurd letters and illustrations featuring both himself and Kento, which often elicited laughter or mild irritation from the latter.

Kento stood on the balcony of his room, gazing at the scenery below the estate. A bird had settled on the railing of his balcony, delicately holding a small red rose in its beak.

"What did he send me this time?" Kento gently asked during that moment. He retrieved the rose from the bird's beak, examining the manner in which the thorns had been trimmed.

Despite their past disagreements, he found it somewhat endearing. His affection for him remained strong as he watched the sun dip below the horizon. He pressed his lips to the rose's petals before retreating to his bedroom, closing the balcony door behind him.

As he set the rose in a vase that held the flowers he often received, he felt arms encircle his waist. Startled by the unexpected embrace, he turned his head to see the familiar ginger-haired boy with oceanic eyes. A smile spread across Myohu's face as he placed a gentle kiss on Kento's cheeks and spoke softly.

"Did you enjoy my gift, Kento? It's a rose, I couldn't find a black dahlia so this would do for now.."

Myohu sulked, his voice tinged with embarrassment. He was aware of Kento's fondness for the black dahlia flower, which he believed symbolized his very essence—at least, that was the internal jest he entertained. Kento responded with an eye roll and a weary sigh.

"Don't give me that look.. Your gifts are.. good."

"Just good?"

"Hey, it's a compliment. Be lucky."

Myohu laughed softly, even amidst their affectionate moments. Kento had a tendency to be moody and brooding, which was precisely what had drawn Myohu to him from the very beginning. Kento turned to face Myohu completely, the silence enveloping the room. He raised an eyebrow, contemplating how he had managed to enter his room in the first place.

Moments later, he adopted a flat expression. With a sudden pinch to Myohu's cheeks, Myohu elicited a gasp followed by a series of mumbled "Ow" sounds. "You bastard, how in the hell did you get inside my room?"

Kento released his grip while Myohu made a little pout, sniffing dramatically. He rubbed his flushed cheek while pulling one hand away from Kento's waist, letting out a deep sigh. With a finger on his lips and his head tilted, a playful smirk appeared as he leaned in to whisper.

"That's a secret for another time, Kento.." His voice was laced with warmth and a playful edge, making Kento's body tense up.

There was just something about Myohu that always filled Kento's head with thoughts, causing him to click his tongue in annoyance. His eyebrows raised, a frown settled on his face, and a light blush crept onto his cheeks.

Noticing Kento's response, Myohu realized that his attempt to show some love had not gone unnoticed. A playful smirk appeared on his lips as he tilted his chin up, meeting Kento's eyes, which shone with a mix of desire and tenderness.

"Well well, that did something to you. Vainzen? All I did was whisper into your ear, don't tell me my voice turned you on.." Myohu playfully jabbed at Kento, making him catch his breath at the way he said it. Kento felt a flutter in his stomach, and his brows knitted together in confusion. He shoved Myohu away, his cheeks flushing. After a moment, he finally managed to say something.

"Don't just assume something like that! I-It's not true!"

Kento expressed his discontent as Myohu's gaze roamed over his physique. It was as though Myohu's intense stare was stripping him of his garments, revealing the slight arousal evident in his trousers. This sight both entertained and excited him, prompting him to fold his arms, a look of desire emerging on his face.

The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension as the evening unfolded. Moonlight filtered through the softly illuminated space, marking the beginning of their fleeting encounter with a hint of risqué conversation.

Myohu quickly seized Kento's wrists and pinned him onto the bed, causing Kento's eyes to widen in surprise. His breathing became shallow and erratic as their bodies pressed closely together, sharing warmth. Myohu's free hand gently caressed Kento's soft, flushed cheeks, heightening the intimacy of the moment. With a firm grip on Kento's wrists, Myohu's voice resonated with a blend of affection and desire.

"You're so pretty, Vainzen, how are you this oblivious to your beauty..?" He spoke gently, his warm breath brushing against Kento's face. In this moment, Myohu's sincerity was evident; he truly cherished the beauty of his beloved.

He observed how Kento's hair had evolved over the years, how his features mirrored his character, and the subtle fragrance of his cologne. These details captivated Myohu, but what fascinated him most was Kento's happiness, the way he was growing more at ease in Myohu's presence, seemingly having put their past behind them.

Kento let out a soft laugh, finding amusement in the earnestness of Myohu's statements. It was evident that Myohu was trying to provoke a reaction from him, yet this very quality rekindled Kento's trust. He was convinced that granting Myohu another opportunity would lead to positive changes.

Adjusting his posture to a more comfortable position in bed, Kento became aware of the slight pressure of his arousal against his trousers. He responded in a hushed tone. "..Because I believed the world is more beautiful even if it's people is corrupted, and maybe because the person pinning me in my own bed is attractive."

Kento made an effort to return the flirtation, a smirk appearing on his face. Myohu's once tender eyes began to shimmer with desire as his free hand moved from Kento's cheeks, traversing down to his chest and then to his hips. With an unwavering gaze fixed on Kento, he leaned in closer, their lips nearly touching.

"Really? tell me more about this person.." Myohu began to speak, while Kento's smirk expanded further. His restrained wrists exhibited a slight clenching motion.

With his heart racing at an accelerated pace, his hips subtly tilted upward. Demonstrating his anticipation, he started to mirror Myohu's tone, fully aware that this would intensify their existing tension. "..This person is someone I love, no matter how much of an idiot he is. That person is you, Aurelius.."

Myohu lifted an eyebrow at Kento, acutely aware of the mounting tension in the room. He let out a soft chuckle, his hands gripping his hips and wrists. It was inevitable that he would soon lose his composure and claim Kento, particularly as he felt Kento's hips rising against his own desire. He recognized Kento's strong yearning for closeness.

"Oh my, what a subtle way to flirt with me. Vainzen.." Myohu addressed the situation as the ginger-haired boy released Kento's wrists. With his hands resting on Kento's back, he lifted him with ease. Kento now sat on Myohu's lap, his legs encircling his hips. Myohu noticed the faint blush on Kento's cheeks, fully aware that he was the only one who could reveal this intimate side of him.

As Myohu leaned his face against Kento's neck, a quiet moan escaped from Kento. Myohu's hands secured Kento's waist, drawing him deeper into his embrace. He placed tender kisses and left marks, claiming Kento as his own.

As Kento emitted a soft moan against Myohu's kisses, his body began to writhe in response. His hips moved slowly, grinding against Myohu's lap, the pressure of his erection becoming more pronounced within his pants, a clear indication of his growing impatience. Myohu's lips journeyed from Kento's neck to his jaw, showering him with tender kisses.

After pulling away, Myohu gazed at Kento with a mix of desire and affection. He lifted Kento's sweater, his eyes roaming down the contours of the other’s body. Subsequently, he pressed his lips against Kento's collarbone, continuing his gentle caresses.

Gently placing Kento down, his arms were spread across the mattress. Myohu positioned himself between Kento's legs, which he had opened wide. With his hands resting on either side of Kento's head, he noticed the faint scars adorning his arms. It was evident that Kento was inflicting pain upon himself through wrist cuts, a realization that brought him disappointment, despite the affection he felt. His smile radiated sincerity and warmth.

"Your scars are beautiful, Vainzen—they're as beautiful as you.." He whispered softly as he pressed his lips to Kento's forehead, treating him with the love and care he truly deserved.

Observing Myohu's admiration for his scars, which he bore for a significant purpose, a subtle smile graced his lips as he felt his trousers being removed. His arousal became evident as it emerged, glistening with a mixture of pre-cum and perspiration, prompting Myohu's smile to transform into a smirk.

He lifted Kento's hips with one hand while the other explored his tight entrance, slowly inserting two fingers to stretch him. This action elicited a moan from Kento as thrusts began against his rear, prompting him to cover his mouth with his arm to suppress further sounds.

Myohu took note of this gesture and gently removed Kento's arm from his mouth, leaning in closer. He then pressed his lips against Kento's, forcefully introducing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Their tongues intertwined, engaging in a passionate dance during their fervent kisses.

"Aurelius—" Kento let out a soft whimper against Myohu's lips as his fingers delved deeper into Kento's core. He abruptly withdrew from the kiss, arching his back in response to the pain and pleasure that surged through him.

A moan escaped his lips as he clutched a handful of Myohu's hair, drawing him closer. Myohu then pressed his lips against Kento's exposed skin, his canines sinking in deeply, leaving multiple marks.

At this action, Kento hissed in reaction. His grip on Myohu's hair tightened, prompting a smirk from Myohu as he reveled in the pleasure he was eliciting from Kento. His fingers moved in an erratic rhythm, causing Kento to whimper, oblivious to the possibility of being discovered.

As Kento approached his climax, Myohu abruptly halted his movements, prompting a look of disappointment from Kento as he withdrew his fingers. The moisture from Kento's arousal clung to Myohu's fingers, which he then licked clean, savoring the taste.

In a swift motion, he unfastened his belt, allowing his erect member to emerge. Observing Kento's breathless condition, Myohu let out a soft chuckle and murmured, "Oh don't give me that look, Vainzen. You know you'll enjoy more after this.. plus you taste good."

Without any forewarning, Kento rolled his eyes in exasperation. Myohu thrust deeply into Kento, eliciting a pained widening of his eyes. Almost immediately, Kento arched his back, releasing a loud moan. He had no time to adjust, as Myohu began a forceful and eager thrust, resulting in Kento's continuous whines and whimpers.

"F-fuck, Aurelius! You could've—" Kento's words were halted by a grunt of annoyance, leading Myohu to arch an eyebrow while resting his hands on his hips. His grip was resolute and tight, and a subtle smirk of lust played on his lips. When he answered, his tone was laced with a mix of playfulness and yearning.

"Could've what, Vainzen? Warned you? Did I ever warned you when I left?"

"Did you really have to bring that up, Aurelius?"

"Of course, but I'm here now. Fucking you senseless till you lose control.."

Kento expressed his disdain through faint moans and grunts. His hands, searching for something to hold onto, ultimately clutched the sheets instead. His brows knitted together in irritation as Myohu increased his pace, striking Kento's sensitive areas with precision. Kento's walls tightened around him in response.

Kento cried out, tilting his head back in reaction. His breathing grew erratic, becoming a series of desperate pants. Myohu positioned Kento's legs on his shoulders and grasped the back of his head, bringing their foreheads together. The tremor in Myohu's breath revealed the depth of his connection with Kento. "I never knew you'd allow me to even do this to you.."

Kento encircled Myohu's neck with his arms, drawing him into a passionate kiss. As their lips intertwined once more, Myohu increased his rhythm. In a sudden movement, his other hand began to stimulate Kento's arousal. Sensing Kento's shivers, he realized that he was nearing his climax.

The soft moans of the purple-haired boy were stifled amidst their kisses, while the gentle rocking of the bed, combined with the cool air and the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains, rendered the atmosphere almost otherworldly.

With one last vigorous thrust, Myohu joined Kento from behind, just as Kento climaxed into Myohu's hand. Their moans and grunts blended together, enveloping them in a wave of pleasure. Myohu rode out his orgasm, releasing himself within Kento before finally withdrawing and leaning back.

As he gazed at his beloved, who was marked with semen, bite marks, and sweat, Myohu felt a deep sense of accomplishment. He tenderly moved a strand of hair from Kento's heated face and offered a swift, affectionate kiss.

"His lips does taste like strawberries.." Myohu reflected inwardly, captivated by Kento's beauty as he observed him closely. Under the luminous glow of the moonlight, Kento appeared to possess an otherworldly allure.

Myohu raised Kento into his lap, instantly recognizing the beauty that radiated from him, even amidst their intimacy. A faint smile emerged on his face as he affectionately ran his hand along Kento's back, while his other hand embraced Kento's waist.

"I love you, Vainzen.." said the oceanic eyed boy, as the crimson eyed boy smiled and chuckled—he whispered. "I love you too, Aurelius.."

#oc fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #mlm #mlm thoughts

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ft4lity · 10 months ago

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Questions. | MXK

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“What are we, Aurelius?” said the boy, who held back the unshed tears in his eyes. “..Something.” said the other, who was filled with guilt.

OC IN THIS STORY: MYOHU AURELIUS & KENTO VAINZEN.

Several months have passed since Myohu ended his relationship with his best friend. Since then, both have lived largely solitary lives, with particular loneliness experienced by the one most affected by the breakup.

Kento dedicated his life to pondering all the things he did incorrectly, he did it all. He attempted to move forward, but the memories persisted in his thoughts. However, his butler and other residents of the house offered him reassurance, assuring him that things would improve soon, but he couldn't help feeling like their words were all just empty lies.

Myohu, in contrast, lived his life in solitude. Since moving out of his parent's home, he has been making a living by working part-time. His warm smile masked a deep sadness, he was adored by everyone at work. He was pleasant, benevolent, and hospitable towards the guests. Nevertheless, he found himself in his own house, lying in bed all by himself, consumed by feelings of guilt.

While sitting in his room, Kento quietly read a book to himself. Seeking to escape from memories, a little bird landed on his windowsill. With a letter held in its mouth, he looked up from the pages of the book he was reading. He squinted inquisitively, then rolled his eyes. Opening the window, he grabbed the paper. He unraveled it, just to discover the handwriting he recognized. The haunting memories made his eyes widen, as he scattered his gaze to read the memo:

“Beloved Vainzen, I understand you're hesitant to receive something from me, but please give me just one opportunity. I've sent this letter to the little birdie, hoping to see you up the hill, where I last caught sight of your gaze. I won't reveal the timing, you inform me instead. Respond to the bird promptly upon receiving this letter. Inform me of the timing, and I will arrive. I simply want to check in on how you've been over the last couple of months. Best regards, Aurelius.”

As Kento gazed at the bird perched peacefully on his windowsill, he could sense the anger growing inside him from the letter he had received. He let out a sigh while softly caressing the bird with his slender, calloused fingers. "What does he believe his identity to be?" Is it worth leaving me for months just to send a letter? Pathetic.." Kento addressed the bird, but let out another sigh. He muttered, "Fine.. I'll provide him with an opportunity. Myohu, damn you, I was beginning to let go.."

Kento couldn't help but wonder what would transpire in their brief moment together as he penned his response. The bird waited calmly for a response, making only the sounds of his gentle breathing and pen writing. He hesitated in the middle of his sentence and couldn't help but grasp the pen tighter, he held solemnly—his heart full of regret and wrath. He stopped himself from crying and carried on with his letter. Not too long afterward, he completed the letter. He carefully folded it and let the bird take it, watching as it took off into the distance.

Myohu was engaged in his homework at that moment. Despite his part-time job, he manages to allocate time for his academic responsibilities. As a bird settled on his windowsill, his ocean-blue eyes were drawn to the grey-feathered creature. A faint smile appeared on his face, accompanied by a soft sigh. He murmured, "I anticipated your response, Kento." Bringing the paper inside, Myohu began to read the words of his long-time companion.

“You certainly have a talent for provoking me, do you not? I am granting you an opportunity; you must be at the hill by 00:XX PM. That is all. I trust this will not be a waste of my time, Aurelius. Vainzen.”

Myohu emitted a soft laugh, picturing how Kento would have articulated this in a tangible way. His voice would have been infused with disgust and fury, but despite the smile gracing his lips, his eyes were filled with a whirlwind of emotions. It felt as if his heart raced with an overwhelming desire to reunite with the one he had lost so long ago.

"What does your beauty look like once more?" he softly inquired, his eyes locked on the sun as it sank below the horizon.

As time continued to flow, Kento found himself standing beneath the tree. He reflected on its transformation from a mere sapling to a robust entity, feeling as though it had grown alongside him and Myohu. Amidst his thoughts, he detected the sound of soft footsteps approaching. His crimson eyes shifted to the ginger-haired boy, whose face bore an insincere smile that Kento recognized all too well.

"You are late," Kento remarked, prompting a chuckle from Myohu as he halted in front of him, crossing his arms in a display of amusement. "I’m only five minutes late—"

"Much like how you were late to comprehend the impact of your actions on me," Kento interjected, his gaze sharpening. He pondered the purpose of their meeting: were they here to reminisce, or was another argument on the horizon?

Myohu's smile vanished abruptly upon witnessing the fury etched on Kento's face. A wave of sorrow washed over him, and he clenched his fists tightly within his pockets, fully aware that he was the reason for their estrangement. "Kento, I—" "My actions have affected me as well, I assure you."

His voice trembled, yet his breathing remained steady. As he cast his gaze downward, all he could perceive in Kento's eyes was an overwhelming rage. In a moment of impulsiveness, Kento struck his own face, a reaction that surprised even him.

"How can you possibly make such a claim? You promise?! You abandoned me! How can you assert that it has impacted you when it is evidently your fault, Aurelius?!" Kento erupted, causing Myohu's eyes to widen in shock. Slowly, he turned to see Kento's cheeks stained with tears, intensifying his feelings of guilt. He felt a deep sense of remorse.

"Kento, I understand that this is a lot for you to handle—"

"Indeed! It is a lot for me to handle; you were gone for months. It felt like an eternity."

As silence enveloped them, an unsettling chill permeated the air. The trees danced in the wind, and Myohu bit his lip, struggling to articulate his thoughts. However, no words emerged; only the sound of his heart pounding in uncertainty filled the void. Kento's tears continued to fall, and Myohu recognized that he bore the responsibility for this pain.

“What are we, Aurelius?” said the boy, who held back the unshed tears in his eyes. “..Something.” said the other, who was filled with guilt.

Kento chuckled softly, biting his lip in a moment of amusement. As he wiped away his tears with his sleeves, Myohu felt an overwhelming desire to pull him close and embrace the boy before him. However, he regrettably concluded that it was not the appropriate moment for such an action.

Kento let out a sigh, his gaze drifting toward the horizon as it gradually succumbed to the night. His crimson eyes met Myohu's oceanic ones. As the glimmer of hope and freedom faded, he uttered, "I knew this was futile; we were always destined to follow separate paths. Aurelius..."

Shortly thereafter, Kento turned away, making his descent down the hill along the same route that Myohu had taken on the day of his departure. Suddenly, Myohu seized his wrist and called out to him, his voice trembling with emotion, particularly guilt.

"Vainzen! Please... I am truly sorry. I had to leave; it is difficult to articulate, but I promise you! I swear by all that is sacred that it was equally challenging for me."

Kento contemplated granting him another chance, yet the weight of his anguish overwhelmed him, prompting him to pull his hand free and face forward. With his final words, he murmured, "Then you will understand how difficult it was for me to remain on the same hill where you abandoned me."

Kento ultimately continued on his way, fading into the distance. Myohu's hands fell slowly to his sides, his expression unchanged. A sorrowful frown emerged as he chose a different path down the hill.

They found themselves worlds apart, grappling with the nature of their relationship—were they merely friends or something more?

#angst #oneshot #oc fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 writer

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