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[Team Two] I See Only You
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Title from 僕はVampire because I had to.
Underwear gets removed with the same gentleness as the rest, legs instantly wrapping around his waist to keep him there. Takaki starts with straddled thighs, tugging just a hair’s breadth closer, enough to elicit a sigh, before his hands roam higher. He doesn’t rush, but instead indulges himself with exploring the smoothness of this particular warm blooded skin, mapping everything with his fingers as though for the first time. After all, they don’t always get to take their time. He only makes it as far as the waist before a hand is raised to cover one of his own.
“Are you going to kiss me or not?” Inoo asks, voice soft but demanding, looking up at Takaki through his eyelashes, and pouting as though he doesn’t know exactly what that does to him.
And then a defiant smirk spreads across his face when he lifts his eyes to meet Takaki’s glare precisely because he does know, so all it takes after that is a hand to snake down between his own legs for Takaki to lose patience and lunge forward so fast that there’s still a ghost of a smile on Inoo’s face when their lips meet.
“I always forget how impatient you are,” Takaki sighs between kisses, but he himself isn’t any better, rutting his hips upwards like this. He’s knocked Inoo’s hand away, because this is much more satisfying.
“I’m only a mere human,” is Inoo’s tried-and-true, failsafe comeback. “And don’t feel bad about your memory loss, it comes with old age.”
A gentle nip to his throat always shuts him up, and this time is no exception.
***
Inoo is so livid the next time Takaki shows up at his doorstep, Takaki almost doesn’t make it inside. He’s even taking a step back when the door flies open again and with it, Inoo. Takaki’s arms tighten around Inoo’s waist as they kiss, and when Inoo’s skin becomes bumpy and prickly in the cold weather, carries him inside despite his protests.
“I’m in charge tonight,” Inoo whispers, breaking away only to work on Takaki’s buttons and push all the offending garments to the floor.
Inoo likes it fast, and he sometimes likes it rough. That’s how he wants it tonight, but tonight Takaki’s the one being pinned to the bed, arms raised above his head while Inoo drives them forward from above. Takaki could easily break out from Inoo’s hold, but he likes the feeling of being trapped this way, the feeling of Inoo being inside him.
This way, he can stare at Inoo all he wants, and Inoo’s eyes are mostly closed so he doesn’t see and then complain.
Later, a leg slings over his waist, and Inoo sprawls out on top of him like a starfish. “You better not make me wait so long again, asshole.”
***
The problem is, Takaki loves to travel. Inoo does too, but Inoo has a little girl. Not so little anymore, but girls need their father, especially when their mother dies in a car accident just three years after their birth.
Inoo is technically an Uncle, but “Dad” was Aoi’s second word.
***
“I’m alone now,” Inoo murmurs, and there’s a sadness etched so deep in his voice that Takaki wants to draw out with his teeth, but settles instead for sucking a bruise into his neck. “I didn’t know it’d be this painful. My little girl is all grown up.”
But Takaki won’t do it. He licks at the damage he caused on perfect skin. Not yet, anyway. It’s not time yet. And Inoo’s smart enough not to beg.
He lets his head fall back onto the pillow, pulls on Takaki’s wrist once, brushes the fringe out of Takaki’s face, lets the back of his hand glide across Takaki’s cheek. “If you won’t say anything, at least move,” he sighs, and laces their fingers together.
***
Inoo becomes a grandfather by title instead of just in spirit to twins, and Takaki’s actually there to see him burst into tears when he holds Aki in his arms.
“I’m glad you came,” Aoi tells him, smiling through her tears, and Takaki is so surprised he almost drops Kou. “I always tried staying up to meet you, but I never could manage.”
If anyone calls him out for it later, Takaki will say that his allergies were playing up.
***
Inoo will always be perfect to Takaki, even when he rolls his eyes and scoffs and flips them over so Takaki’s underneath and can’t worship Inoo’s body the way he wants to. These days, they give in more to each other, but sometimes they still argue because old habits die hard.
***
It’s only when he’s on his last breaths of this world that Takaki stays by his bedside for the entire week, sometimes with Aki, sometimes on his own.
“You bastard,” Inoo gets out between hacking coughs, doubled up in pain. Takaki wraps an arm around his waist in support but Inoo pushes it away. “I fucking begged you. So many times. And now you’re just sitting there watching me?” He throws a pillow but it swerves so far to the right Takaki doesn’t think he was actual the target.
Inoo knows full well why, which is why when this time Takaki wraps his arms around Inoo and pulls him closer, he isn’t met with resistance. Instead, Inoo slumps his full body weight against Takaki, the fight leaving him as quickly as it came.
“I hate being useless.”
Takaki kisses him on the cheek, and then the lips when Inoo turns his head. It’s now Inoo’s turn to be looked after.
***
Takaki’s never turned anyone before, but he watched Yabu do it to Hikaru. He’d shuffled out of the room afterwards because it had felt too private, but he imagines Yabu went through much like what he is, now.
He whispers the plans he made in Inoo’s ear, about the past few decades he’s spent exploring, talking to people, in preparation for this exact day. He doesn’t talk about waiting for this day, because it’s irrelevant — they both have. Takaki noses at Inoo’s shoulder, feels the weak heartbeat underneath his chest, and tries not to look into glassy eyes that are staring straight up at the ceiling.
Inoo takes another shuddering breath and goes even paler.
***
They met when Inoo was twenty nine, Takaki thirty three, still careless, still naive. Inoo was a mistake; Takaki had let his guard down. But if their one tryst had been his error, their second was not, and Inoo’s always been good at guessing people’s secrets. He’d been eager at first, desperate almost, and if there’s one good deed Takaki Yuya’s done in his lifetime, it’s not give twenty nine year old Inoo Kei what he wanted, no matter how great the temptation.
***
The wrinkles disappear first, skin rippling underneath Takaki’s touch while he still refuses to open his eyes. When he does, it’s to witness some of the scars fading, like the ones from unwieldy power tools, a few from misuse of kitchen knives, and one from incorrect installation of a baby crib.
Inoo’s always been perfect to Takaki, but he’ll never forget the way he looked when they first met, only now with the peace and serenity that he helped to nurture.
He’s transfixed watching the transformation takes place, faster and faster until it stops, and there is still a body lying on the floor.
Takaki freezes as he stares in horror. A hand shoots out, trembling and cautious, but then Inoo inhales, then exhales.
And then he opens his eyes.
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dusk037's tweets as proof. One, Two. Ilu. :P ♥ ♥Title from 僕はVampire because I had to.
Underwear gets removed with the same gentleness as the rest, legs instantly wrapping around his waist to keep him there. Takaki starts with straddled thighs, tugging just a hair’s breadth closer, enough to elicit a sigh, before his hands roam higher. He doesn’t rush, but instead indulges himself with exploring the smoothness of this particular warm blooded skin, mapping everything with his fingers as though for the first time. After all, they don’t always get to take their time. He only makes it as far as the waist before a hand is raised to cover one of his own.
“Are you going to kiss me or not?” Inoo asks, voice soft but demanding, looking up at Takaki through his eyelashes, and pouting as though he doesn’t know exactly what that does to him.
And then a defiant smirk spreads across his face when he lifts his eyes to meet Takaki’s glare precisely because he does know, so all it takes after that is a hand to snake down between his own legs for Takaki to lose patience and lunge forward so fast that there’s still a ghost of a smile on Inoo’s face when their lips meet.
“I always forget how impatient you are,” Takaki sighs between kisses, but he himself isn’t any better, rutting his hips upwards like this. He’s knocked Inoo’s hand away, because this is much more satisfying.
“I’m only a mere human,” is Inoo’s tried-and-true, failsafe comeback. “And don’t feel bad about your memory loss, it comes with old age.”
A gentle nip to his throat always shuts him up, and this time is no exception.
***
Inoo is so livid the next time Takaki shows up at his doorstep, Takaki almost doesn’t make it inside. He’s even taking a step back when the door flies open again and with it, Inoo. Takaki’s arms tighten around Inoo’s waist as they kiss, and when Inoo’s skin becomes bumpy and prickly in the cold weather, carries him inside despite his protests.
“I’m in charge tonight,” Inoo whispers, breaking away only to work on Takaki’s buttons and push all the offending garments to the floor.
Inoo likes it fast, and he sometimes likes it rough. That’s how he wants it tonight, but tonight Takaki’s the one being pinned to the bed, arms raised above his head while Inoo drives them forward from above. Takaki could easily break out from Inoo’s hold, but he likes the feeling of being trapped this way, the feeling of Inoo being inside him.
This way, he can stare at Inoo all he wants, and Inoo’s eyes are mostly closed so he doesn’t see and then complain.
Later, a leg slings over his waist, and Inoo sprawls out on top of him like a starfish. “You better not make me wait so long again, asshole.”
***
The problem is, Takaki loves to travel. Inoo does too, but Inoo has a little girl. Not so little anymore, but girls need their father, especially when their mother dies in a car accident just three years after their birth.
Inoo is technically an Uncle, but “Dad” was Aoi’s second word.
***
“I’m alone now,” Inoo murmurs, and there’s a sadness etched so deep in his voice that Takaki wants to draw out with his teeth, but settles instead for sucking a bruise into his neck. “I didn’t know it’d be this painful. My little girl is all grown up.”
But Takaki won’t do it. He licks at the damage he caused on perfect skin. Not yet, anyway. It’s not time yet. And Inoo’s smart enough not to beg.
He lets his head fall back onto the pillow, pulls on Takaki’s wrist once, brushes the fringe out of Takaki’s face, lets the back of his hand glide across Takaki’s cheek. “If you won’t say anything, at least move,” he sighs, and laces their fingers together.
***
Inoo becomes a grandfather by title instead of just in spirit to twins, and Takaki’s actually there to see him burst into tears when he holds Aki in his arms.
“I’m glad you came,” Aoi tells him, smiling through her tears, and Takaki is so surprised he almost drops Kou. “I always tried staying up to meet you, but I never could manage.”
If anyone calls him out for it later, Takaki will say that his allergies were playing up.
***
Inoo will always be perfect to Takaki, even when he rolls his eyes and scoffs and flips them over so Takaki’s underneath and can’t worship Inoo’s body the way he wants to. These days, they give in more to each other, but sometimes they still argue because old habits die hard.
***
It’s only when he’s on his last breaths of this world that Takaki stays by his bedside for the entire week, sometimes with Aki, sometimes on his own.
“You bastard,” Inoo gets out between hacking coughs, doubled up in pain. Takaki wraps an arm around his waist in support but Inoo pushes it away. “I fucking begged you. So many times. And now you’re just sitting there watching me?” He throws a pillow but it swerves so far to the right Takaki doesn’t think he was actual the target.
Inoo knows full well why, which is why when this time Takaki wraps his arms around Inoo and pulls him closer, he isn’t met with resistance. Instead, Inoo slumps his full body weight against Takaki, the fight leaving him as quickly as it came.
“I hate being useless.”
Takaki kisses him on the cheek, and then the lips when Inoo turns his head. It’s now Inoo’s turn to be looked after.
***
Takaki’s never turned anyone before, but he watched Yabu do it to Hikaru. He’d shuffled out of the room afterwards because it had felt too private, but he imagines Yabu went through much like what he is, now.
He whispers the plans he made in Inoo’s ear, about the past few decades he’s spent exploring, talking to people, in preparation for this exact day. He doesn’t talk about waiting for this day, because it’s irrelevant — they both have. Takaki noses at Inoo’s shoulder, feels the weak heartbeat underneath his chest, and tries not to look into glassy eyes that are staring straight up at the ceiling.
Inoo takes another shuddering breath and goes even paler.
***
They met when Inoo was twenty nine, Takaki thirty three, still careless, still naive. Inoo was a mistake; Takaki had let his guard down. But if their one tryst had been his error, their second was not, and Inoo’s always been good at guessing people’s secrets. He’d been eager at first, desperate almost, and if there’s one good deed Takaki Yuya’s done in his lifetime, it’s not give twenty nine year old Inoo Kei what he wanted, no matter how great the temptation.
***
The wrinkles disappear first, skin rippling underneath Takaki’s touch while he still refuses to open his eyes. When he does, it’s to witness some of the scars fading, like the ones from unwieldy power tools, a few from misuse of kitchen knives, and one from incorrect installation of a baby crib.
Inoo’s always been perfect to Takaki, but he’ll never forget the way he looked when they first met, only now with the peace and serenity that he helped to nurture.
He’s transfixed watching the transformation takes place, faster and faster until it stops, and there is still a body lying on the floor.
Takaki freezes as he stares in horror. A hand shoots out, trembling and cautious, but then Inoo inhales, then exhales.
And then he opens his eyes.
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