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001 — pit, patter, pit, patter.

“au calme clair de lune triste et beau.”

“the calm light of the moon, sad and fair.”

kai chisaki x trans male (he/they) reader writing practice, inspired by clair de lune, by claude debussy. nsfw. trigger warnings; mention of blood, thunderstorms, light cursing.

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Pit, patter, pit, patter, the sounds of the rain hitting the roof and the window settling you into a calm mood as you stirred the soup. You couldn't help but feel grateful for the cozy apartment you shared with Chisaki, and for the warm soup that you were preparing for him. Chisaki was your longtime partner, and you had been planning to surprise him with something special that night. You had spent the day studying while he was at work, and now you were eagerly awaiting his return. As you stirred the soup, you thought about how much you loved Chisaki and how important he was to you. You knew that he had been feeling stressed lately, so you wanted to do something to help him relax. That's when you remembered Clair De Lune, his favorite classical piece. With a smile on your face, you hummed the melody to yourself and swayed your hips back and forth.

After a few minutes, you turned off the stove and walked into the living room. You knew that Chisaki preferred his classical music on vinyl, so you turned on the record player and carefully placed the record on the turntable. You selected an extended version of Clair De Lune that lasted well over an hour and a half. As you listened to the music, you couldn't help but feel swept away by its beauty and elegance. With the soup simmering in the oven, you waited for Chisaki's return. You knew that he would be surprised and delighted by the cozy atmosphere you had created, and you couldn't wait to share a warm and tasty meal with him. As you waited, you thought about how lucky you were to have Chisaki in your life, and how much you cherished every moment you spent together.

You were relaxing on the couch when suddenly you heard a knock on the door. As you approached the door, you wondered who it could be. Just as you were about to open the door, it swung open and in walked Chisaki, his eyes ablaze with what appeared to be intense anger. You couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to be so upset. As you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, you slowly stood up from the couch and addressed him.

"Hey," you spoke softly, your voice echoing in the empty room as you approached the Yakuza. He was slumped over on the table, his body covered in blood. The crimson liquid stained his hair and dripped down onto his coffee-creamer colored skin. You clicked your tongue in disapproval, feeling a pang of sympathy for poor Chisaki. He was likely panicking under his plague mask. You stood there for a moment, the only sound the sound of Chisaki's labored breathing. You wondered what could have possibly led to this gruesome scene. Was it a turf war? A disagreement between rival gangs? You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of these thoughts.

Finally, Chisaki lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He removed his plague mask, revealing his pale, sweat-covered face. “Shower. I need one.” He stated, his voice hoarse.

“Did you get hurt?” You asked, getting closer and placing your hands on his chest. Only a light blush peaked on his cheeks, followed by the expression of disgust; he didn’t want your hands dirtying with the finger painting of some people(s) who he’d to kill. Kai shook his head.

As the two of you stood in silence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. You gave a small nod as Chisaki slid away to take his usual fifteen minute shower. Once he was finished, he approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you busied yourself with setting the table. You felt his face nuzzle into the crook of your neck as he breathed in deeply, letting out a contented sigh. The chill in the air sent shivers down your spine, but you basked in the warmth of his embrace. Then, without warning, Chisaki placed a gentle kiss on your neck, eliciting a hum from you. The moment felt like it could stretch on forever, with the feeling of his arms around you and the scent of his shower gel lingering in the air.

“Kai,” You breathed while your hands curled around the spoon in hand, enjoying the comforting warmth of the mug in your other hand. You could feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck, and his embrace tightened around your waist. You wondered what could have made him so happy, but didn't ask. But then, your mind was interrupted by a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. You knew Kai well enough to recognize the signs - the way he held onto you tighter than usual, the way his breath quickened against your skin. He must have gotten into some sort of big trouble, to be so wanting when he came home. You moved your hands off of the table, placing them over Chisaki’s and pulling them off your waist. He made the softest noise in retort, but took a step back. As you stood there, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry.

“Dinner is ready,” You said, trying to cover up your emotions in your voice. Twice is better at hiding it than you. Chisaki had an amused expression, golden eyes dripping with both mischief, and lust. Yeah, he most likely got into big trouble at work.

Before he’d any time to respond, you continued. “How was work? Get into any trouble?”

Chisaki blinked, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. His eyes, which were more feminine than yours, seemed to reflect a deep sense of thought. He then slowly shook his head, as if to clear his mind. As you watched him, you couldn't help but notice his tendency to communicate non-verbally, particularly when he lied. It was as if he couldn't bring himself to utter the words out loud, instead relying on subtle gestures and expressions to convey his thoughts and feelings.

“How many people did you kill, babe?” you pressed, closing the space between the two bodies.

“Liberate.” Spoke the Yakuza. You rolled your eyes as his hands found their way up your thighs and to your waist, again. Like your thighs were his comfort place. “Okay, okay, liberate. How many?” you said with hints of playfulness as he got his face back into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses. He was really trying his best to distract you huh?

“Twen- Mm,” He cut himself off, sucking on a tender part of your neck, you couldn't help but feel a wave of pleasure wash over you. His hands gripped your waist tightly, almost as if he wanted to snap your hips. You tried your very best to hold back a moan, but it was difficult to do so as he continued to tease you. It was clear that he wanted something from you, but you weren't sure what it was. As you placed your hand on his back, you took in a shuddering inhale, feeling his breath on your skin. Your mind raced with thoughts of what he could possibly want from you, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Nevertheless, you were determined to figure it out and satisfy his desires, whatever they may be.

“A little gang, angel. A little gang with little shits. It was barely over twenty people.” He spoke into your neck, the little pet name making you feel hotter than it should’ve. But you nodded understandingly.

“You know, Kai, I’m not mad.” You said shyly, your own hands moving up his back and one of them holding the back of his head as he gave forgiving kisses on your neck. You felt safe and secure in his embrace, all your worries and fears dissipating. The soft music in the background and the aroma of the soup on the stove added to the cozy atmosphere. Kai's hands, those damn touchy hands, lifted you off the ground and brought you to the couch. You put up no fight, forgetting all about the soup, forgetting all about the music that was still playing. Chisaki’s eyes and touch was all that mattered now. As he continued to hold you, you felt your heart rate slow and your breathing grow steadier. You couldn't help but smile, grateful for this moment of peace and comfort amidst the chaos of daily life.

You spread your legs on the couch, inviting him in between them. He came closer, and you could feel his warmth as he lay on top of you. He started by taking off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He then proceeded to remove your shirt, tossing it aside. As he undressed you, his eyes roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice as if it were his first time seeing it. You had been with him for well over two years now, and yet he still seemed to find something new to appreciate every time.

After undressing you, he wasted no time in exploring your body with his lips and hands. The way he touched you was gentle yet insistent, as if he couldn't get enough of you. His golden eyes were hooded by thick lashes as he focused on your chest, tracing the two scars you had just below your pecs. It brought back a memory;

After you had your top surgery, you were left with scars that reminded you of your journey towards becoming your true self. You approached Chisaki to see if he could fix them, but he refused. When you asked him why, he explained that the scars were a reminder of the strength and courage you possessed to undergo such a transformative process. He wanted you to always remember who you truly are - someone with battle scars, someone who knows themselves inside and out. His words resonated with you deeply, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone like Chisaki in your life. The way he spoke with such certainty and conviction made you feel seen and heard in a way that few people had before. You remember the pause he took after speaking, the way he looked at you with a mix of admiration and respect. "My man," he said, as if to solidify the bond between you both.

"Good God..." Chisaki hummed, his seductive voice barely above a whisper as he placed kisses on your clean, clean skin. "So fucking handsome," he said, pausing to gaze into your eyes. You felt his hot breath on your chest as he continued to kiss you, his lips pressing against your skin with increasing urgency. As he trailed his fingers down your arm, you couldn't help but shiver with anticipation.

As they moved together, their hips bucking against each other, the sounds of Chisaki's gentle moans and your own squeaky ones filled the room. The classical piece that had been playing in the background seemed to complete the moment, as the moonlight shone in from the open window. The perfect half-cold, half-warm breeze seeped in through the windows, and wafted over their hot bodies. It was clear that they were in love - you and Kai Chisaki. Every touch, every breath, every moment was filled with a sense of passion that seemed to consume them both. They were lost in each other, completely and utterly wrapped up in the moment.

After hours of passionate love making, the two sweaty bodies lulled off to sleep with the accompaniment of the outside world - the thunder, lightning, and the sound of raindrops,

pit, patter, pit, patter,

like a lullaby. You were about to succumb to slumber when you heard a voice, so quiet and small, whispering into your ear, so exhausted yet sweet. The voice made your heart skip a beat as if an angel was speaking to you. It was as if the voice had a story to tell, a secret to share, or a dream to reveal. You could feel the warmth of the breath and the softness of the skin against your earlobe. It was a moment to cherish, to hold onto, to remember forever.

“I love you.”

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