#Snz series

[thekinkyleopard]

The Midnight Snack

An Alistar x Kanai non-canon Snz Fic

A Threequel to:

“The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending”

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fet, Fluff, Persuasion, Contagion, Smut

Author’s Notes: Idk how I let you guys so easily talk me into new fics when my requests are closed and I have so many other things I need to write but…UNCLE FUCKING CHRIST I LOVE YOU INSATIABLE GREMLINS OF SNZ. Here we are with a third part??? Already? So quickly? Who am I??? A brand new bitch. Anyway. A third to a fic I only thought I’d write one and be done with? Wild. THIS IS A THREEQUEL TO “The Gathering” & “The Happy Ending” in order to understand context, go to my blog and read those first! Id link them, but I’m lazy. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Here we go! Nai’s turn 🥳 @aller-geez Owns Draeko and Kanai, and did the art!

Description: Al wakes up in the middle of the night, still sicker than ever. He finds a way to snag his best friend’s attention…and talk him into a little late night, snack.

It was just past midnight, Draeko was fast asleep, conked, splayed out on his back. Mouth wide open, but still just as cute as he always was. He was actually taking up too much room, however, and he wound up pushing the demon he was bed-sharing with, off it. Alistar fell to the floor with a loud thud, groaning lowly as the fond fog of sleep escaped him. Suddenly extremely aware, and reminded by how sick he was still. His body was wet, slick with sweat and his sinuses were full. Weak and shaky. He couldn’t breathe out his nose, and his eyes felt heavier than usual when he was awakened. Exhaustion never felt so exhausting.

Alistar slowly came to a stand, swaying back and forth in his boxer briefs, the dizziness taking him in a chokehold. “Water….” He muttered dryly looking around the room only to find empty water bottles and nothing worth quenching his thirst. He would have to go to the kitchen. The redhead stumbled slowly through the apartment, and into the dining room where he was met with an ever wide awake Kanai. Glued to his screen. “You’re still up?” He asked with a slow blink of his squinting black eyes, trying to adjust to the brightened beams of the overhead lighting.

The Navy haired demon looked up, and made eye contact with his pathetic looking best friend. “I am…I’m surprised you aren’t sleeping off your ailments,” cocking his head to a slight angle as he looked over the red head with curiosity.

“Yeah…the pet quite literally scooted me out the bed…came to get some water…” he yawned over once that followed with a sharp, abrasive cough. The hound winced at the scene.

“Do that, your throat sounds very dry, Donnie,” the hellion spoke certainly before his gaze went back into his research. Alistar went to open his mouth, but closed it again with a loud snarf.

“Hm,” he responded, if one could say that. Alistar then made his way into the kitchen, and pulled the fridge open in one motion. It took him a second to register through the different items before he spotted a fresh bottle of water. The one thing that was inconvenient was having to hydrate the vessel. Drinking water wasn’t customary in hell.

In fact, it had been such a problem, Al ended up in critical condition several times from dehydration. Kanai had to set alarms to remind the demon to drink water. By now, it was starting to become more routine to actually hydrate but, it felt like such a stupid task to perform. The redhead snagged the bottle of liquid and shut the fridge door. He quickly snapped the lid off and pressed the bottle to his chapped pierced lips. Chugging half the bottle as much as he was capable without being able to breathe in the process. He pulled the bottle from his mouth and gasped loudly as he swallowed. “Fuck…” he heaved for a few moments, catching his breath.

Lazily, he screwed the cap back on and carried it out with him back to the dining room. Kanai did not look up this time though he could feel the presence of the other now, his duo colored, blacked eyes scanned the illuminated words before him. Al leaned against the doorway, watching the hound carefully. His head thudded painfully, his skull feeling far too big for the flesh on his head. He squinted, trying to will the pounding away. “Nai?”

“Yes, Donnie?” The hound responded, still not looking up from his current project at hand.

“Will you rub my head?” Bringing the butt end of his palm to his left hand temple, he ground into it, hoping to relieve the pressure. It just wasn’t the same when it was from one’s own inflicting. Now the navy haired male looked up and cocked a brow, eyes scanning over the sore features of his friend’s face. He shrugged his shoulders and slid back in his chair, patting the space between his legs. Without missing a beat, Alistar quickly made hast and made his way over to make himself comfortable between the hound’s open legs. He was wearing a long black band tee with loose grey sweatpants, a lazy fit that he either never changed from the night before, or specifically put on to lounge and research in. Either way, Al found it endearing.

The red head settling in, his shoulders squeezed by each one of Nai’s slender knees. The pressure was comforting. In a few short seconds, and after a few clicks, a video began to play. While it did, the hellion brought both his grey hands to the mess of Al’s loose red hair. Normally in a ponytail, but down and free for the night. His fingers tangled within the damp threads to reach the sides of Alistar’s head, he pressed his prints down, rubbing small individual circles with his digits. The demon groaned with pleasure allowing his neck to loosen and fall back into the sensation.

As the video played, discussing the deeper theoretics to physical and psychological bonding between humans, the hound watched closely as his fingers dug into his friend’s skull. Moving in short calculated circles on each side of the anti-Christ’s temples. “S’good Donnie?” Asking distractedly while his eyes watched the screen closely.

“Mhmmm….” The redhead melted into a puddle but the more he began to relax, the stronger that familiar, delightful tickle presented itself inside his frontal sinuses. “hE..hH…” he struggled and stuttered.

“Just let it out, Al,” The hound told him lazily, his hands still roughly mulling and pushing into the demon’s skull.

“HehH’eEZSCHhh’iiEW…..” Alistar sneezed into the palm of his open hands, a cloud of mistral spit coating the surface of his blackened skin. “Ooff…”

“That was a big one,” Kanai ruffled his palm through the demon’s red hair now. He looked down, and Al looked up, their eyes met and the anti-Christ smirked, lifting his brows suggestively.

“Want to try it?” The redhead braved the question, not sure he could canoodle his way through Kanai’s current train of all night deep dives…but he was going to fucking try.

“What?” The hound asked curiously tilting his head as he continued to gaze down lifelessly at his best friend.

“Sneezing and fucking,” Alistar responded back with an air of causality that continued to draw the other in. Playing on the hound’s innate need for exploration.

“Why?” Furrowing his brows with slight confusion now. What was the purpose?

“It feels REALLY good,” The demon continued through his powers of persuasion, his lips pulling up into a half smirk before licking them once.

“But I’m not sneezing,” Kanai now frowned, realizing the flaw to this plan already.

“Not YET…” Al held up a finger, drawing attention back onto the metaphorical drawing board.

“It would take a while…” the grey skinned man responded flatly but only because he was teetering the edge of thought, contemplating his desire to experience more feelings.

“Well listen, we could both benefit from this research,” Alistar continued, he was going to go down without a fight and he could already seen the hound weighing thinner the longer they kept on the topic.

“Okay, so it’s research?” Kanai raised a thin brow in his response, voice still flat with a slight hitch of interest.

“Yes,” The redhead grinned, a hint of mischief gleamed behind his black holes. Now he had Kanai right where he wanted him.

“Okay,” Now he was listening attentively, his fingers unconsciously continued to rub and dig at the other’s tense skull. It seemed to starve off the burning sensations that cause the anti-Christ to explode.

“I want to know what it feels like to be the one getting fucked while sneezing…you know, what’s that like? The FEELING..” Alistar emphasizes on the right words to keep his friend’s attention, and consideration.

“Okay…?” In a certain light, Alistar could see Kanai slipping away, but still holding on for dear life as he was always desperate to understand the redhead.

“Yes, and in order for you to also experience that feeling, you’d need to get sick,” Al continued his explanation, knowing somewhere through, he would get him fully back again.

“Right,” Kanai responded with a confident nod. Like a train on time, he was at the station, Alistar felt excitement bubbling up from within his lower stomach.

“Two BIRDS, Kanai, one stone,” too excited, the redhead threw him a curve ball, hoping his time on earth and influence may have caught up by now.

“What birds? Why a stone?” The Navy haired hellion was lost again. Alistar slapped his hand to his forehead, regretting it instantly as his brain rang around inside his skull like a giant gong.

“No…Uncle Fucking Christ…It’s a human metaphor…two problems solved with one solution…I’m sick now..you fuck me, get sick by tomorrow…follow?” He spelled it out a little more easily for him now. Kanai squinted but then nodded his head quickly in understanding, signaling to Alistar he was back in the game. Just still a little confused about the end plan.

“Following, not entirely sure where it’s leading,” he replied back honestly. Yet, it was still progress Al needed to continue.

“You get sick, I fuck YOU, boom, now you know the feeling, RESEARCH, Complete,” he pointed at Kanai, then himself, then back at Kanai and made an explosion motion with his opening fist.

“Hmm..” He sat on it for a second, he calculated the experience. Though carnal sexual experiments weren’t on his top ventures of research, he certainly wasn’t against them. Humans were incredibly sexual beings. Often he wanted to understand the nuances behind different kinks and concepts. Sexual experiences were half of what being human was about, for those that weren’t asexual that is! Fascinating the world is…he almost trailed out of the room on the topic. He did however, circle back and found himself leaning into his curiosity.

“Eh? Eh??” Alistar chimed in, knowing the distant look in Nai’s gaze meant he was wandering in a mind maze.

“Okay, yes,” Quickly he made his decision, nodding his head to match his verbal consent, and Alistar was in. Oh man, dessert had never been so sweet. The demon was a glutton for sex, compared to the other. He wanted it all the time, every way. There was no wrong way to have sex EXCEPT, without consent. You’d think as a demon it would be the opposite. Nope.

He had felt the indescribable sensations of being tightly wrapped around Drae’s hole while he blew his nose off the surface of his face. Now he would get the opposite feeling, he wanted to be stuffed to the brim, the ultimate feeling of fullness. It had to be phenomenal.

“Amazing…” truthfully, it was. Alistar was beyond excited as his throat burned and prickled with anticipation. Draeko couldn’t top him, even if he mustered the courage, Alistar couldn’t take him seriously enough. Kanai was perfect. They’d already done so a million times, so he knew it would be good. No one else in the group would give him the time of day…quick fix? Kanai. Good fix. Reliable. Loyal. He bit his lower lip, sucking on it once while Kanai searched the red head’s gaze.

“Don’t just stare at me, dude, fuck me,” rolling his eyes impatiently, he may be bottoming but he was still very much going to be doing all the bossing around. The navy haired hellion smirked lifelessly, but with that sparkle Al recognized only from hell.

“Of course, Donnie…” he replied, wrapping his hand around the underside of Alistar’s jaw gripping it to lift him from his spot on the ground. The demon gasped, his throat tightened and it triggered something buried. No longer was it held dormant by the stress relief of a massage. Like a kinked hose now, he lifted Al into his lap and as he was straddled, Kanai forced Al’s face down into a hard, aggressive kiss. Their tongues slid together quickly, rushed, and furious. The two fought ferociously for dominance, neither wishing to give up the feat but Al ground himself needlessly into the hound’s lap bucking lap. Almost throwing Kanai completely off his win.

The hound parted their lips and took a fistful of Alistar’s bright crimson locks, pulling his face back to look at the brightened light on the ceiling above him. “Go on now, Donnie, the floor is yours…” he let out a breathless chuckle. A joke he personally felt like he nailed, but his opportunity to bask in it fell short before the redhead’s body trembled and twitched. His chest collapsed and rose with such quickness, Nai looked between it and the hellion’s jarring maw.

“HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW!” He blew out fast, and without much time or means to be polite, he sneezed into his friend’s unsuspecting face. Kanai blinked a few times feeling the new arrival of wetness hit him so suddenly in a fine mist, a few dense drops included.

“Wow…yours are very loud compared to Luciftias…” the hound noted outwardly, Alistar blushed as his thighs tightened around Kanai’s haunches.

“Bad thing? SnNdfF….” The redhead asked curiously, looking downward at his friend from the still ‘pulled hair’ position, blackened scleras half lidded.

“No…curious to how it’ll feel when you tighten up around me though,” the navy haired hellion spoke earnestly while trailing his free hand up the back of Al’s spinal chord. He shivered, gritting his teeth and rolling his shadow orbs behind his skull. He ground his hips with hungry force downward into the other’s lap, already feeling Kanai’s length growing hard in his sweats. It felt so prominent from the thin material of his own boxers, but not enough to satisfy. Just a tease.

“Oh, man, it’s gonna…Hh…feel so goHOuhd Hhah’AETSHH!” This time he aimed himself to the side, trying to have some shred of decency as this one sent his body rocking aimlessly against the other. His nose dripped and his mouth was so numb that he couldn’t even feel it. Kanai reached up and thoughtfully, wiped the ick from his face then onto the side of his pants.

“I concur,” his hand now slid up to grip the back of Al’s neck, his grasp was tight, sharp nails dug painfully into the flesh there. From two points of his head he was being forced in the position to stare at the light, that burning, triggering light. What was it about the brightness that just sent one into oblivion?

“Fuck, Nai…” he growled hoarsely, snuffling loudly afterwards. Alistar, in solid calculated motions, rolled his hips in tight circles wanting so badly to feel the slightly shorter man’s thick length, pulsating through him while his sinuses had their way with him. Kanai, on the other hand, as pheromones and hormones started to over take him, let go of the demon, momentarily. Only to pick him up by his thighs, shoving his laptop out the way using Al’s body, he forced him onto the table.

“Oooh some fire in your fucking loins…that’s it Nai, you want this….you want my cold…yo-HiH’AESSH’UE! Heh’TZsch!” Blasting inconveniently over Kanai’s face once more but this time the hellion simply licked the wet substance from his mouth. Unfazed by the assault.

“I want it…” the hound rumbled from deep within his chest as his hands began to claw the other’s boxers from off his body, tossing them across the room. Alistar sneered, sniffling twice, loudly to needlessly try and clear himself enough to breathe through his nose, watching Kanai through glossy, watering black holes. No such luck when he only found his snuffs increased the endless prickle that danced up and down his face and throat.

“Hh..hah..” Kanai crashed their mouths back together in an aggressive motion, swapping those fresh bacterium and swallowing the hellion’s incoming sneeze. So the hound thought. Yet through the roughened kiss, it persisted. His nose trickled between the mess of saliva that swapped between the two. Hands violently gripped at each other’s arms…legs…Kanai stood between the redhead’s thighs. He gripped them, almost for support, or almost, as if he intended to rip them clean off his friend’s body. Alistar groaned animalisticaly as he pulled on Nai’s lower lip. “Hheh’EZSCH!” Again, the onslaught of facial blows never ceased, it was certain within a few hours Kanai would be crawling out of his room with a fever that was inhuman. Al sat back to look upon the mess he made, chuckling with snarky satisfaction. Nai smirked, and brought up a thumb to wipe at the wet on his lip.

“So messy, you are, Alistar,” breaking the silence between the sound of staggered breaths.

“Just making sure I’m thorough, friend,” he winked his leaking blackened eye with a flirtatious smirk. The hound scoffed, and then he looked down at the red head’s exposed, hardened length, and swiftly, spit in his hand. Taking hold of the desperate cock, and slowly twisting his palm around it.

“Very kind..we don’t want to miss a bird…did I get that right?” Kanai’s voice was smooth, like room temperature butter onto crispy toasted bread. Almost like he became more composed as Alistar began to unravel.

“A-ah…yo-..hnn..sure did…” the red headed demon gritted through his clenched teeth now, hips involuntarily bucking against Kanai’s skilled working hand.

“Very good,” the hound whispered with a seductive husk, only causing the anti-Christ to slip further into pleasure as he released his control to him. He loosened under the sheer pleasant motions, his clogged up sinuses only turned harder against him. So they thought…If sneezes were sentient.

“Hah~…Hnn…Hh’HTSSCZH!” He flung a few inches forward by the sheer force of it, biting his lower lip hard he snuffed and snorted. “SNDF!” It felt so unbelievably good, a mini release as the hound tugged on his aching cock.

“Don’t waste them all before I’m even inside, Donnie…you’ll be very displeased,” licking his own lips now, Kanai was watching closely to the pleasant twists and turns of his partner’s pleasured expressions.

“Oh shit…don’t fuckin’ say tha—-HAH..TZSCHH!” Involuntarily another shot out, the more his pleasure increased it seemed the more persistent it became as Nai’s hand twisted, and squeezed around him. The Navy haired demon now slightly concerned his friend would run out of viral steam if he didn’t speed this up. To Al’s dismay, Kanai removed his hand long enough to pull his sweats down for just a few moments, as he untucked his own throbbing erection from behind the material.

“We shouldn’t waste anymore time, should we ?” Kanai taking his friend’s current state as a signal to move forward in the task at hand. Alistar’s experience. The red head was greeted with a sudden sense of clarity as his cock twitched in open air, he reached forward and gripped Kanai tightly by his left hip, bringing him closer. While looking down, he squinted a watering eye and then hocked a fat lump of spit across the tip of the other’s length.

Alistar reached down between them and took the moistened length in his open grip, sliding the saliva to coat it around every corner of the flesh, while Kanai’s head bobbed, struggling to stay upright in this motion. Eventually, the hound snapped his head back up, his gaze falling over Al’s as their eyes locked. He gripped the redhead’s flame cladden wrist and tossed it off his dick, before gripping Al’s thighs tightly. He spread them apart and pulled him closer to the edge of the table to expose his waiting hole.

“That’s right you’re going to fuck that tight ass, aren’t you, Nai?” It was hard to ignore his hormonal desires within, but they were burning like the many fires bursting inside of him. His nose continued to tickle, and he was closer to another. Almost he could taste it, metallic. He moaned low in his aching throat.

“I am…I need to now,” The hell hound grunted, jaw clenching as he pressed himself at Al’s entrance, prodding impatiently. Losing his sense of collectiveness he was nothing more than an animal subject to his natural desires.

“Yeah, Nai? You need to? Prove to me how bad you need it, my friend” Alistar reached up behind Kanai and gripped a handful of Navy blue locks, pulling their sweating foreheads together in a rough motion.

“With pleasure…Donnie..” Nai huffed breathlessly before he pushed himself fully inside, sheathed within the tightened entrance, and stayed soaking there as the redhead let out a hoarse grunt. “Come on Al, give it a go….” Slowly, at the pace of a sloth crossing the street he began to pull his length out and Al, between this pleasurable feeling and allowing the build within him rise, opened his jaw involuntarily.

“Eh’Hih’TSZZCH! HIH’T-CHS’UH!” In perfectly timed rhythm, Kanai pushed himself back in, and slammed full hilt.

“How’s it…A-Al?” He managed through a clenched jaw, his muscles flexing at the strain of such a tight fit.

“F-Fucking Amazi-ng…Nai…Don’t stop, I swea-Hh’hih… I’ll kill yo- H’TDZSCH! you…” like a broken dam, the flood gate came undone, he pushed his hips outward to meet with each powerful thrust, leg clasped around one of the hound’s rocking hips to forcefully increase the pace. “HARDER,” he hissed, to which the other hellion responded accordingly, with a breathless sneer.

“Yes, Sir,” he replied smoothly, if not with a slightly muted groan, his length felt incredible, tightened and squeezed so much more abruptly when the demon was fitting. “You’re so …much..tighter…Al…” he grunted as he continued to throw himself inside from each pull outward. His shaking grey hands gripped with an impeccably strong force against Al’s thighs, his skin there reddening with each passing second. It only added to the challenge as Nai’s grip made it harder for Alistar to meet each thrust, almost edging his impeding release.

“I can-… Huh’AESSH’ue! H’hH’EezSCH! can’t wait to feel you tomorrow…” continuing the thought regardless of the messy particles of spit and sick that spilled between then, hitting every square space of flesh within it’s wake.

“I’m…going to cum, Al,” the hound warned, his grip only getting tighter, his groin twisting as his hips began to thrust with less calculated movements. Alistar brought a hand behind Kanai, pushing him deeper, as if it were possible. Just brushing against his prostrate, Alistar took hold of his leaking, impatient cock and began to stroke to each thrusting motion.

“Just hold on…I’m almost..Al-m…Hh’Hah..” he now peered back up at the ceiling light, needing just a little help getting there…but ol’ reliable never fails as he felt that same, erotic, masterful feeling. Like when your foot falls asleep, that same static electricity that trickled through the nerves, but instead it’s in your face. The redhead stuttered, his body clenched as the onslaught of Kanai’s thrusting length struck his magic chord, and his hand tugged despairingly at his own overstimulated cock. “HH’HEHTZSCH!” A three in one opportunity, Alistar sneezed, and came hard in short strands all over his tired digits.

Kanai now, as well, grunting with force, hips slapping to full hilt before he spilled over inside the insistent demon. They both huffed, and puffed, Alistar sniffled, snorted and snuffed. “Snddddfff,”

“Well…” Kanai almost gasped, pulling his spent cock from the inside of his best friend’s now leaking hole. He leaned against the table, both palms gripping the edge as he caught himself up to sane levels of thought.

“Well….” The crimson haired demon replied with his own breathless expression.

“How was it?” Standing up straight, the hound now tucked his soaked, softening shaft back under the hem of his sweatpants, Al taking this opportunity to hop off the table and take hold of the water bottle he originally brought in.

“Phenomenal, Kanai, you gotta try that,” pausing between catching his breath to account his feelings on the experience.

“We shall see later this day, won’t we?” Responding in his usual dry, monotonous fashion, seemingly having regulated himself enough to speak more coherently.

“We shall…snnddfff..” regardless of the high he was currently riding, Alistar was still unrelieved of having this illness. Though he did feel a thousand times lighter the same way he did with Drae earlier. Ah yes, this was the life. Variety.

“I am not looking forward to that part though…” Kanai referred to the dripping of Al’s nose and wild sniffling to get any real sense of air.

“You get used to it…” the red head shrugged his shoulders simply, he began to work at the lid of his water bottle again, unscrewing it off completely with a twist of his index and thumb.

“Sure…I’m going to go shower now,” Nai much more exhausted now than he had been originally, turned from the chair and began to walk towards the hallway of rooms.

“Hmm..enjoy, I’m gonna chug the rest of this water and, try to sleep…” he yawned but it only all too quickly followed with a loud painful hacking cough. He hit his chest with a closed fist to clear his throat enough that he could take a sip of his water and sooth the onslaught.

“Good luck resting, Donnie,” Kanai yawned waving behind, stretching his shoulders before he turned in the direction of the hall.

“See you tomorrow to complete our research,” Al responded back, running his hand through sweaty locks of red hair.

“See you tomorrow,” And then the hell hound disappeared, retiring to clean himself up in preparation for the day’s later activities.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’ll have you know before I was even halfway done with this piece, Geezie came up with an idea for a FOURTH installment to this series….so yeah. It’s coming if you couldn’t tell behind Al and Nai’s conversation 🫣🫨 First accidental Snz Series when I had my first snz series planned already….but I guess I’ll just have to do both. 🤷🏼‍♀️

[cloudyko0kie]

Paint me like a patient

Pairings: liveweddingpainter!reader/doctor!jk, shy!reader, whipped!jk

Part 1 - Part 2 final (smut)

Warnings: none really, just heavy making out, future smut.

Summary: She sat their elegantly, her posture straight, her dress fallen down on the floor as a puddle and her eyes swarmed every detail of the beautiful couple on stage, however she didn't know that Jeon Jungkook was focusing on her instead.

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“Please, be respectful!” the maid of honor calls out, her voice cutting through the excited chatter of children crowding around my workspace, drawn to the vibrant colors of paint. “Pink! Pink! Pink!” A little one rushes over and hugs my knee as I sit, and I can’t help but admire their innocent joy.

Worry flickers through me at the thought of paint spilling, but that innocence is so refreshing. My brush glides smoothly as I outline the bride’s diamond crescents, each stroke a testament to the beauty of love—a sacred promise calling for a moment of peace.

“Jungkook, are you listening?” Jimin interrupts, playfully slapping the back of Jungkook's head.

Jungkook flinches, scowling in response, while Jimin laughs, teasing, “You’re not slick, staring at that painting girl.”

Jungkook pouts, leaning back in his chair like a predator poised to pounce. “I wasn’t looking at her; I’m looking at the painting.”

“Then go tell her how good it is! Why tell me?” Jimin smirks, pushing him.

Jungkook sinks deeper into his seat. “No.”

“Go.”

“No. No.”

“Go!” Jimin raises his voice slightly, drawing curious glances from guests at the bride’s table.

“Fine!” Jungkook stands up, adjusting his tie and pushing his hair back, exposing his forehead.

“How long are you gonna stand there, Mr. ‘I’m not looking at her’?”

Jungkook sighs, his posture rigid as he steps forward, determined not to glance back at Jimin, knowing it would only irritate him further. As he approaches, he sees her long, beautiful hair, and his heart sinks into a gentle sigh.

“Hi.” He steps into her space, and she pauses, turning toward him.

All she sees is a tall man with an endearing, giddy expression; his cheeks are round, and his muscular build adds to his charm. He’s adorable.

“You’re painting, it—it’s... uh...” Jungkook stutters, catching a glimpse of her lips curving into a soft smile that sends butterflies through him. “Pretty. Really pretty painting.”

He waits, and she laughs softly, mixing pink on her palette, nodding with eyes that sparkle as they lock onto his.

Jungkook can only return her gaze, laughter bubbling up between them.

In truth, the man before her makes her nervous in the best way possible; she longs to respond but struggles to find the words.

“Um, yeah, let me, uh, nice meeting you... I’ll let you focus,” he says, nervously laughing as he starts to step back.

She smiles warmly, offering a small goodbye, feeling a pang of disappointment as he retreats; his presence was comforting, lingering in her mind as she paints.

“That was one minute, Jeon Jungkook, and you didn’t even get her number,” Jimin scolds him.

“Why were you watching?” Jungkook scoffs, a hint of embarrassment creeping in.

“It was painful,” Jimin replies with a dramatic sigh.

Jungkook remains still, eyes fixed on the mysterious girl throughout the wedding, lost in thought until she begins to gather her things to leave.

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As the scene shifts, Jungkook finds himself in a hospital, where the weight of his responsibilities is palpable.

“Which bone is this?” he asks his shadowing student, whose voice trembles under the intensity of Jungkook's gaze.

“Uh, the femur, doctor,” the student stutters.

“Good.” Jungkook’s tone is sharp but fair.

“Doctor Jeon, a new patient has a broken leg.”

“What’s her status?” he inquires, quickening his pace.

“She’s stable, but in a lot of pain.”

“Let’s get her some relief,” he replies, determination fueling his steps.

As he enters the patient’s room, time seems to freeze; the air thickens, and his breath catches as he sees her—the painter girl, her smile radiant despite the injury, a spark of recognition lighting her eyes.

Jungkook gently removed the cuff from around his neck and approached the enigmatic painter girl, extending his hand for a shake.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Jeon," he said, captivated by the warmth of her touch and the sweet scent of cinnamon that seemed to linger in the air around her. It was a comforting aroma that reminded him of cozy afternoons spent in cafés.

"I'm ___," she replied softly, her voice wrapping around him like a soothing melody. She was stunning—so breathtakingly beautiful that her voice nearly put him in a trance, drawing him in deeper with each word.

From the corner of the room, a the shadowing student named Bailey watched them closely, her brow furrowed as she sensed the undeniable tension hanging between them like a taut string ready to snap.

Jungkook, lost in the charm of her voice, finally noticed her injured leg propped awkwardly at an angle. Concern flickered in his eyes as he knelt beside her. "How did you hurt yourself?" he asked gently, his tone laced with genuine care.

"I fell down a couple of stairs," she admitted, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment. She cast her gaze down, avoiding his eyes as if afraid to meet his concern head-on.

Dr. Jeon’s expression softened, and he carefully lifted her leg, assessing the injury with a practiced touch. "Our student here will get you a cast, and she'll call me afterward for a follow-up," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.

"But Dr. Jeon, do I really have to call you? I didn't think—" Bailey protested, her voice wavering slightly.

"Please, just follow the instructions, Bailey," he said, forcing a reassuring smile that masked his underlying worry. He glanced back at ___, his eyes lingering on her face, as if gauging her discomfort.

___ felt a mix of emotions swirling within her—overwhelmed by the situation, yet acutely aware of Dr. Jeon’s warm presence and his undivided attention.

"It is kind of painful, Dr.," she asked hesitantly, biting her lip as she tried to gauge his reaction.

"Don’t worry," he assured her, his voice a balm to her worries. "You’ll be back to normal in no time." His smile was infectious, and she felt a flicker of hope in his words.

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Later, as I wheeled through the hospital’s bright corridors, the scent of antiseptic mingling with the occasional whiff of fresh flowers from a nearby bouquet, I waited for my mom to pick me up. I was grateful it was just my leg that was injured—if it had been my arms, I wouldn't be able to paint, a thought that both relieved and saddened me.

“___!” I heard Dr. Jeon’s voice call from a distance, cutting through the noise of bustling nurses and patients.

He rushed toward me, his smile brightening the dimness of my day. “Sorry, my forgetful student didn’t call me back. It could affect her grade,” he said with a mock-seriousness that made me chuckle.

“Dr. Jeon! Please don’t be hard on poor Bailey!” I laughed, the lightness of the moment easing my earlier anxiety.

“I’m just teasing, ___,” he replied, but his expression turned serious again. He pulled out a sharpie and carefully wrote on my cast, bending down to meet my knee level. I glanced down at his tousled hair, which made him look almost like a playful boba ball. The sight of him so close felt both comforting and exciting.

“Done!” he announced, stepping back with a triumphant grin.

Looking down, I saw a number scrawled alongside a cheerful note wishing me to feel better. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a flutter through my chest. When I glanced back up, however, he was already gone, swept back into the busy rhythm of the hospital, his white coat trailing behind him like a cape.

Shock coursed through me. What did this mean? Should I call him? The number lingered in my mind, a beacon of possibility amidst the uncertainty. Would he want to hear from me? My heart raced as I weighed the options, contemplating the connection we had just begun to forge.

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I was sweating profusely on the Pilates machine, my breath coming in short gasps as I desperately sipped from a small glass of water. My leg was better, and I decided to just stick to arm exercises. The rhythmic hum of the gym around me felt like a distant buzz. "Girl, what's got you so tired today?" my friend Jessie asked, her voice cutting through my focus.

"What do you mean? I’m normal, I swear," I replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into my tone as I tried to wipe the sweat from my brow.

Jessie raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. Her smirk was all too familiar, like she could read my thoughts. "I know you, girl."

I hesitated, feeling a flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. Finally, I let it slip. "Well, there might be a man..."

"Ooo, who?!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race. "So, I was painting at this client's wedding, right? And this guy came up to me. I found him so cute! Turns out he’s actually a doctor at our hospital!"

Jessie’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect "O." "A doctor, __!!!!!!! And you didn’t even try to tell me?"

"Stop, Jessie! You know I get tongue-tied talking about him, even though it’s only been a short while."

Jessie scoffed, her excitement undeterred. "So go for it, girl! What’s holding you back?"

"He gave me his number, but I’m hesitant to call. What if it’s just about the cast and not about me…?" The thought made my stomach twist.

Jessie slapped the back of my head playfully. "Girl, doctors would go to jail if they did that with their clients! Be realistic. This man likes you! Now let’s go eat some grilled cheese; I’m craving Panera."

"You go ahead. I’ll call him..." My voice trailed off, uncertainty flooding back in.

"Fine! I’ll be in the changing rooms. See you!" Jessie dashed off, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts.

I nervously handled my phone, wiping my sweaty hands on the towel around my neck before gulping down another mouthful of water. The weight of the moment felt heavy, and my heart pounded as I pressed the keys to input his number. Finally, I hit "dial" and held my breath.

Within three seconds, I heard an enthusiastic, "Hello!"

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his energy. "Hi!" I replied, my voice wavering slightly.

"Um, how’s your knee?" he asked quietly, a hint of concern lacing his tone. I could almost picture him, his brow furrowed with genuine care.

"Yeah, it’s good, doct—"

"Jungkook. Please call me Jungkook."

"Okay, yes, Jungkook," I said, feeling a warm flutter in my chest as his name rolled off my tongue.

There was a brief silence, a soft shuffle on his end, before he spoke again. "I want to ask you out on a date—at the arcade in downtown?"

I was momentarily speechless, the words hanging in the air like a promise. But excitement quickly surged through me. "Yes!" I replied, almost too eagerly, a grin breaking across my face.

My heart raced, and I felt a rush of adrenaline. Jungkook let out a relieved breath, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "Great! I’ll see you tonight? I know it’s a bit rushed; I finish work at 6—"

"I’d love to, Jungkook."

"Before I leave… dress code is fancy!" he added, his tone teasing yet serious.

I burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the empty gym. "Fancy, Jungkook? It’s an arcade! Are you serious?"

He laughed back, the sound bright and contagious. "Yes! Now go, go!" he exaggerated, and I could hear the excitement bubbling in his voice.

Feeling affectionate and lighthearted, I said goodbye, a smile plastered across my face as I hung up. My heart danced in my chest, and as I glanced at my reflection in the gym mirror, I couldn’t help but grin at the unexpected thrill of what lay ahead.

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My dress cascaded elegantly down to my feet, hugging my curves just right. I felt beautiful, even with my crutches held tightly under my form-fitting black dress. I wanted to accentuate my figure, so I styled my hair to flow down to my waist, opting for a natural glow with minimal makeup. Excitement bubbled within me as I prepared to see him.

As I grabbed my bag—its sole treasure a shimmering lip gloss—I caught sight of him standing under the moonlight on the empty street. His presence filled me with a warmth that made my heart flutter. Dressed in an all-black suit adorned with soft Swarovski crystals, he looked utterly dashing. His smile, bright and inviting, drew me in.

“Hello…” he gasped softly.

I could feel his gaze tracing my body as I moved. It felt electric, and I noticed him stealing a glance at my curves as he opened the car door for me.

Once we settled in, before the car roared to life, he simply stared at me, a quiet intensity in his eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” I asked, my insecurity creeping in as I reached for the car mirror.

He took my hand gently and held it, his touch comforting.

“Nothing about this is wrong. You look gorgeous. I just want to stare a bit longer.”

His words silenced me, and I found myself blushing deeply as I pulled my bag closer.

He started the car, and we set off for the arcade.

“So, what brought you to this city, beautiful?”

The compliment made me warm inside. “I came for the weddings. This city has so many beautiful landscapes, perfect for ceremonies and photos. I travel a lot for work.”

“Do you enjoy what you do?”

“Absolutely. It’s rewarding to be part of someone’s special day, adding a sprinkle of positivity to their lives. Knowing my work hangs on their living room walls, it feels like I’m part of something significant.”

Jungkook smiled softly, his gaze never leaving me.

“Yeah, I agree. You’re special, and I love the idea of spreading positivity. As a doctor…”

I listened intently, holding his left hand while he steered with his right.

“As humans, we often focus on the negatives. One bad interaction can linger all week, making it hard to feel safe around people. But with you, your energy feels inviting. The way you smiled at everyone at the wedding, how you played with the kids—it’s just…”

I felt tears prick at my eyes, touched that this man, whom I had known for such a short time, could see me like this.

Before I knew it, we arrived at our destination.

“Arcade Diner! Jungkook, I thought you meant an actual arcade! This place looks too fancy—”

He chuckled. “Did you really think I’d take you to an arcade in such a beautiful dress?”

“Well, I—”

“Come on, hold my hand and let’s go.”

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The date had gone incredibly well, filled with laughter and deep conversations about our careers and lifelong dreams. Jungkook’s intensity made me feel heard, and he smiled at everything I said.

“Here’s home…” he said as we pulled up.

“Thank you for dropping me off, Jungkook.”

He smiled softly, stepping out of the car to open my door.

As we stood facing each other, the only sounds were the crickets chirping and the gentle whisper of the night air.

“I want to get to know you more. I really enjoyed tonight, and I’d like this to become something more—if you want it too,” Jungkook rambled, his sincerity evident.

I placed my hand on his cheek and gave him a gentle peck. “Thank you for this amazing night, Jungkook. You really put my heart at ease.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

Then, suddenly, he grabbed my hands and pulled me closer, his left arm wrapping around my waist.

With a soft “oof,” I found myself pressed against his chest.

He leaned in, kissing my lips softly. The air shifted between us, and our kiss deepened as he gently traced his tongue against mine. A thrill surged through me, and I felt an intoxicating happiness wash over me. Our kiss grew more passionate, his movements becoming more urgent. I melted into him, my cheeks burning as soft sounds escaped me, craving more of this beautiful moment.

I could hear his soft groans as his hands engulfs my waist.

When we finally pulled away, we both took deep breaths, our cheeks flushed and warm, laughter spilling between us as we reveled in the adrenaline of our encounter.

“I have a wedding to go to tomorrow. I’d love some company while I paint, if that’s okay with you,” I suggested.

“Of course, beautiful,” he replied with a soft smile.

[cattewife]

moving in

(a h/ualian modern au snzfic, part 3)

rating: E word count: ~6800 fandom: m/xtx t/gcf contains: (still) sneezing while fucking some mess, maybe escalating? (still attempts not to be graphic) allergic!h/ua c/heng, fet!x/ie l/ian the continuation of their sickening feelings-about-fetish banter two (2) in-text images (1 nsfw on ao3) x/ie l/ian moves in with h/ua c/heng at last, along with his cat, r/uoye, that h/ua c/heng is very allergic to.   he definitely won't lose it in front of his boyfriend immediately! (he will.) everything about this is going to be fine! (it is.)

>> read it on archiveofourown HERE <<

>> (post for part 1 here) << >> (post for part 2 here) <<

[ pls do not reblog to non snz/kink blogs! ]

[hachiibun]

❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗

I'm honoured to have collaborated with the incredible @onetrickponi to celebrate a certain gravity-manipulating shorty's birthday! This has been in the works for a while now, and we're both really excited to finally share this with everyone!

Without further ado, we'd like to present Vigil.

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“I’ve always wanted to die in a church.”

Beside him, Chuuya snorts. “I thought you wanted to die in the Ooka.”

Dazai wrinkles his nose. “Not since it became a tourist trap,” he replies. “That wouldn’t be a peaceful death at all.”

“The amount of thought you’ve put into this disturbs me,” says Chuuya, his own nose creasing. His, however, is due to a low seated, buzzing itch along the bridge of his sinuses that has been lingering since breakfast.

Chuuya won’t give it the satisfaction of culminating into a sneeze, however; instead choosing to quash the soft tingle into oblivion with the sheer force of his willpower alone. Anything else would be unacceptable.

(—as well as fucking candy to the idiot next to him, if Dazai ever gets wind of…whatever this is.)

Chuuya swallows against a spark of itch that ignites in his nose and grits his teeth. When he thinks he can speak steadily he points to the pews with a gloved hand. “Find the flash drive,” he orders. “We’ve got a window of thirty minutes at—the fuck are you looking at, shithead?”

Dazai cocks his head to the side, blinks, and answers with, “Just admiring your striking resemblance to a cherub in this light.” It’s smooth and practiced, like most of Dazai’s bullshittery.

“Why, you–” Chuuya cuts himself off and exhales slowly through his nose. He tries not to wince at the slight whistling sound it makes. With a sharp sniff he stalks off to the sanctuary and begins sifting through the drawers there. Dazai scurries off to the apse with an excited noise, muttering something about how angelic his corpse would look strung up along the mosaics.

Chuuya’s nose gives a foreboding quiver.

It isn’t like Dazai hasn’t ever heard him sneeze, or vice versa. They’ve been working together too long for that. They’ve seen each other express every bodily function possible to man (in addition to the ones that aren’t).

And Chuuya might have even been okay with his current predicament, had it not been for a quip Dazai made last week about Chuuya being a “weakling.” It had stung because Dazai, whose lack of self care is, frankly, appalling, can operate seemingly unbothered by even the most serious neglects of basic needs. Chuuya’s seen him run at peak wit on days of sleeping ninety minutes a night, seen his hair and skin glow on a diet of crab cakes and sake…while on the other hand Chuuya’s the one with the—

Don’t say it. As if ignoring the problem will make it go away. It hasn’t worked with Dazai, so Chuuya is a fool to think it will work with his increasingly sensitive airways.

Chuuya rifles through some bibles, sparing a glance or two at Dazai before deeming it okay to swallow a couple of sneezes and throat clears into his sleeve. He’s perfected the silent stifle over time, which is a feat in and of itself since Chuuya tends to sneeze harshly, loudly, and in multiples. Perhaps the intensity is Corruption at work, but regardless, Chuuya enjoys scaring the living daylights out of people. Usually.

The flash drive is proving to be elusive. The Port needs it, badly, if they have any chance of winning over the west side gangs of the Pier. Chuuya jams a gloved knuckle against the side of his nose as he hitches, squints, and glares at the church pews like they personally offend him.

“Oi, Chuuya,” Dazai whisper-calls from somewhere behind a cupboard. “I think someone’s coming. You find it?”

“No,” Chuuya snaps. The dust of old, flaky books is making his already irritated nose twitch. He shakes his head and the tickle abates. Cocking his head he realizes that Dazai is right; the sound of slow footfalls is getting closer to the vestibule. “Shit.”

Dazai scurries lightly over to where Chuuya is glowering at nothing in particular, and takes him by the arm. “There’s a little den area over there,” he nods to a veiled corner, “where we can stay hidden until whoever it is leaves,” he says.

“Or we can just come back in the morning,” replies Chuuya, snatching his arm away.

“Mori-sama will be disappoinnnteddd,” Dazai sing-songs. Dammit. He knows how to hit Chuuya where it hurts and they both know it.

Chuuya sighs. “Fine.” He stalks over to the den and crouches in the darkness with Dazai just as the cathedral doors swing open. The gibbous moon twinkles through the stained glass windows enough for the two of them to make out one of the western gang’s right hands.

Dazai crouches low and squints through the shadows. “Maybe he’ll show us where the drive is,” he whispers.

“Shut up, slug.”

Dazai holds up his bandaged hands in a familiar, placating gesture. They watch the guy glide down the stone nave, rummage around some boxes along the altar’s steps, sift through a stack of papers, and make himself comfortable on a nearby cushion.

Well, there goes Chuuya’s hopes of a night in. And now with Dazai sitting so close, he’s bound to find out Chuuya isn’t in as good of shape as he claims. Chuuya’s not going to waste all of his energy hiding it, but he’s also not ready to be discovered because he couldn’t keep his damn nose under control.

He’d never hear the end of it from Dazai.

So when he feels a trickle of damp at the edges of his nostrils he takes a slow breath in and times a much-needed sniffle with their visitor’s dropping of a folder. Dazai shoots him a curious, but unsurprised glance, which Chuuya pointedly ignores.

The sneeze teasing the swollen membranes of his sinuses, however, is much harder to ignore. Chuuya knows he can stifle it, but he also knows that doing so won’t exactly solve the problem. The irritation needs somewhere to go, or it’ll just build fruitlessly until he lets them out proper.

He breathes carefully, making sure to hitch silently as he bunches up a handful of fabric from his jacket. Chuuya ducks his head in preparation for the sneeze (or sneezes, if this is indeed a…cold).

Dazai raises an eyebrow as he watches Chuuya curl into himself and shiver with two inaudible stifles. When Chuuya uncurls Dazai can see the bleary, hazy look of someone who still has desperately to sneeze but is trying very hard not to.

“Can you stop, Chibi?” whispers Dazai. Chuuya shoots him a look that is equal parts furious and embarrassed. It’s adorable. But…

“Frankly, I’d rather not get caught because you couldn’t tame your little nose there,” Dazai continues. “Are you suuure you’re good?”

Chuuya gives a curt nod. Which should be reassuring, but Dazai’s smile falters because this is actually very bad. He recognizes the lack of quip, even while hiding like this, means that Chuuya does not trust himself enough to speak. He’s seen it before.

Dazai flicks an errant strand of hair out of his eyes and sighs. “Maybe we really will die in a church, if you keep this up.”

Chuuya’s returning grin is feral. “Y-you wish.” No way in hell will he allow Dazai the satisfaction. The carpets blanketing the enclosed den mean that they can whisper without much of an echo. It’s a small relief, since Chuuya can feel the congestion crawling and pattering away in a far back place of his nose, dormant but threatening.

He focuses on how intently Dazai is eyeing him, knowing well what Dazai isn’t saying. Engaging would be easy, but it would be messy and they’re supposed to be currying favor with the west side gangs, not killing them (or in Dazai’s case, very emphatically bonking them on the head).

Chuuya’s right eye waters with the sharpness of the tickle, as the itchiness swells and becomes decidedly less dormant. He bites his lip. If this keeps up his nose is going to turn into fucking Krakatoa.

Dazai watches Chuuya massage his flaring nostrils through the fabric of his gloves and grins with as many teeth as he can muster. Chuuya’s losing battle with his nose is even more hilarious than the fact that he’s currently sitting on a pile of Communion pamphlets.

It won’t be long now, what with the way Chuuya has gone stiff and rigid. Dazai counts backwards from five in his head. He gets to two before Chuuya’s lip trembles as the itch erupts and overwhelms him.

“Gnt!” Chuuya’s able to pinch that one into submission, though it makes his head throb and the pulsating trickle along his nose intensify with unsatisfied need. “Gnt! Nt! H’Gnt!”

He starts to lower his hand, before—“Gnt!” Jesus fuck, can’t he be done?

The answer is no, apparently, because Chuuya feels his eyes begin to flutter shut and his chest start to jump with silent, building hitches.

Before he can sneeze again, however, he feels a tap on his shoulder. It successfully distracts him from the budding sneeze as Chuuya whips his head around to stare at Dazai’s familiar, shit-eating grin.

Dazai uses the finger he’d tapped Chuuya with to beckon. “C’mere.”

Chuuya sniffs carefully and squints. “Why?”

Rolling his eyes, Dazai grabs him (gently, Chuuya notices, which okay, is a little odd) and smashes his face into his long overcoat (a little less gently).

“Mnflgl?” Chuuya questions.

“Sneeze, Chuuya,” Dazai orders. Chuuya tries to shake his head because one, Dazai’s forgetting how harsh his sneezes are—sure to give them away, and two, Chuuya might hate the guy but he’s not going to sneeze on him.

Dazai seems to read his mind. “The fabric will muffle the sound,” he replies. “And you’ll pay for my dry cleaning.” Chuuya can hear his smirk. Asshole.

But he also wants very badly to sneeze. No; at this point he’s desperate to sneeze. His nose feels like one of his gravity bombs, pulsing, thrumming, and the itch is all consuming. It would feel so good to just let a few out. He really shouldn’t.

“I know you need to,” whispers Dazai.

So, against all logic, Chuuya does.

“Hep-MPPH! MPPHT! H’MPPH!” Somehow, the fabric dampens the sound better than Chuuya thought it would. So he decides he can sneeze a little more.

“Hh…hh…MPPHT! PHT! MPPHT! Hp!…H-Hep-MPPHH!”

He’s beginning to feel dizzy. It’s worth it, though, as the stuffy, spider-crawling prickle along his nose subsides for the time being. God, he’s never had to sneeze so badly in his life. Makes sense it’s now, when he needs to be quiet.

And Dazai—the utter prick—is patting his head, like Chuuya’s some sort of mutt. “You’re a mess, you know that?” he’s saying, fondly, as Chuuya shakes with sneeze after sneeze. It’s a wonder the gang’s right hand hasn’t discovered them yet.

Slowly, Chuuya comes up for air. He thanks some leviathan god that it’s dark, so he doesn’t have to look at what he’s done to Dazai’s coat. He’s not even going to look at Dazai, because this is probably one of the most humiliating things to happen to him in…well, not as long as Chuuya’d like to admit. This is Dazai, after all.

“Bless you,” Dazai says quietly. Chuuya’s head snaps to him because Dazai sounds wrong. Odd. Genuine. Ah, that’s why it took so long to place. Dazai rarely does sincere, and the few times he expresses genuine emotions tend to signify nothing good at all.

“Thank you,” Chuuya mutters between a clenched jaw because he may have made a mess of himself but he still has manners, goddammit. He blinks the remaining wetness from his eyes as he peers at Dazai for a suspended moment.

“Oh, and if you’re curious, the guy left five minutes ago.”

And the moment is over.

Chuuya jumps up. “You utter assho-ho–” He’s cut off by the familiar needling sensation at the back of his nose. Oh no you don’t. Jamming a fist under his septum hard enough to bruise, he points a finger at Dazai.

“I despise you,” he hisses. “All thihh…th…hih…”

Dazai holds a hand to his ear. “What was that?”

Chuuya shakes his head with a tickly sniff in hopes that his nose will make up its mind and move from where it’s currently settled—in the burning, stinging place between sneeze and not sneeze that’s driving him even more up the wall than Dazai is.

Dazai cocks his head at just the right angle that a piece of hair falls into his eyes. “That sneeze looks troublesome,” he observes. “Is it stuck? Like Chuuya’s growth spurt?”

Chuuya growls and kicks a nearby chair leg for good measure, now that they don’t have to concern themselves with being quiet. The sound is hollow and echoes across the large cathedral chamber.

There’s a wrinkled, damp spot on one side of Dazai’s overcoat that Chuuya pointedly avoids looking at. The crazy bastard had let him do that, all for, what? Funsies? To torture him? Chuuya will unpack that for later. It never bodes well to try to make sense of Dazai’s brain. Besides, the much-needed sneeze is still eluding him. If he could just–just…

“Hih…Hept! Hh…Fuck! Shit!”

Dazai sighs. “Okay, I can’t watch this,” he says, striding over to Chuuya. “Stay still, Chibi.”

Chuuya glares at him, irritation evident in his eyes and in his raw, wide-blown nostrils. “If you’re doi’g anythi’g other thad helpi’g, Dazai, I will obliterate you,” he says darkly, throat crackling and sore.

Dazai grins wide. “Relax,” he says. He wiggles a finger. “I know Chuuya’s sneeze spot.”

“What the fuck even is a—” Dazai presses a finger to the bridge of Chuuya’s nose, in the center, and gives it a circular rub back and forth. Chuuya stumbles back and manages a wavering, shaky curse in French before he snaps forward with a fusillade of unrestrained sneezes.

“Hih-ASHHHu! Hep’ASHHU! AHSSHU! AHSSH! AHSSHH! AHSSHU! Merde!…Heh-heh…hih’ASHHU!”

Chuuya sneezes and sneezes, for once uncaring about decorum. It’s a miracle his hat doesn’t fly off. He’s so overcome with finally scratching the itch in his nose that he almost doesn’t feel the tap at his shoulder. Dazai’s extending a packet of tissues that look like they were newly purchased.

“Goodness! I don’t know whether to bless Chuuya or call an exorcist,” he remarks.

“Shut up,” Chuuya mutters around a tissue. With that annoyance out of the way, it’s seeping in just how awful he feels. He sighs, heavy, and rubs at a temple. “Nom de dieu…”

“I really don’t know how someone so little can sneeze with such ferocity,” continues Dazai, ignoring Chuuya. It’s easy to say the man was put on this earth for the sole purpose of making Chuuya’s life miserable. “Hih…ASHHU!” Chuuya’s head gives a throb and things slide out of focus for a minute. He coughs, rough, and pushes some sweaty hair away from his face. How unsightly.

“Oh, and Chuuya?” Dazai makes a burlesque of leaning in and peering at him. “The next time you’re sick, call in, okay?” And then he reaches one lanky arm over and pats Chuuya’s head.

“I never said I was sick,” Chuuya snaps, jerking out of reach. Dazai makes to poke his nose again, but Chuuya evades him with a hoarse snarl. “Stop.”

In response, Dazai gives him a condescending look that Chuuya knows well. It’s the one where he purses his lips and crinkles up his large, dark eyes. The one he knows infuriates Chuuya the most. “Please,” he says, waving a hand. “I knew before we even got here. Just wanted to see how long you could keep it up.”

Chuuya opens his mouth to utter some expletive, he doesn’t know which one yet, but the sneezy feeling decides to return—bristling like a thousand tiny whiskers along the rims of his inner nose. Stifling it to refute Dazai’s point will only make his head pound harder, so Chuuya wrenches to the side with a sneeze. Which, naturally, makes him cough.

“Hmmm, you really don’t sound good, Chuuya.”

“Fuck you.”

Dazai makes a face. “Ew, no thanks. But since you’re already paying for my dry cleaning, why don’t I treat you to a nice bowl of leek soup and tea?”

Dazai is so confusing at times Chuuya could strangle him. Or at least blame him for the acute emotional whiplash.

“Hh’ASSHu! AHSSH! J'en peux plus…” Chuuya twitches his nose to the side and straightens his hat. “Whatever—let’s just find that drive and get the hell out of here so I can go to bed,” he grumbles. It’s not exactly a refusal (because tea does in fact sound nice), but Chuuya is more than done with this place.

“You mean this?” Dazai wiggles a little USB between two bandaged fingers. Chuuya sputters. “Yup. Found it ages ago and switched it with a fake.”

“AAH?!”

— Fin —

[ohgodimafraud]

5x r/eigen sneezed incidentally and 1 time he did it on purpose - m/ob p/sycho (part 3)

r/eigen x s/erizawa, kink!s/erizawa

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 +1

3. Hay Fever

Serizawa only knew from word of mouth—and by word of mouth, he meant that Reigen would somehow weave it into conversation typically multiple times a week —that Reigen suffered from hayfever. Outside of a few sniffles here and there, he had yet to witness anything that warranted that amount of forewarning. Through his shameful tracking, he’d discovered cedar season was on the way out, and cypress season was in, and he did his best to keep his curiosity as neutral as possible. 

Eventful days always start the same as any other mundane one. After a week of rain and overcast sky, the sun had finally come out to shine over Seasoning City on this particular morning. Serizawa’s slight smile of appreciation for the little things quickly flattened as he entered the Spirits and Such office to a conversation that he would barely feel comfortable observing as a fly on the wall, let alone at his job first thing in the morning on a Monday.

Reigen was at his desk waving off Dimple with an air of annoyance with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other hand. 

“How do you—” Dimple started, only to be loudly interrupted by an irritated sneeze.

“eiSCHhyew!” 

“Eww.” He frowned. “How do you forget something like that? Especially with how you get when you don’t take them.”

Reigen looked appalled and wiped his palm with a tissue. “I didn’t forget!” As an afterthought, he took a pump of hand sanitizer. 

“What, did you oversleep?” 

In all fairness, there were visible shadow-like bags under Reigen’s eyes. Serizawa contemplated slipping out the same door he’d entered. Would that be too suspicious? Surely they’d heard him enter but were too engaged to care.

“Can’t you go bother Mob instead today?” he muttered.

“Nah, it’s boring. He has finals and has been spending all his time studying.”

“So he kicked you out, huh.” Reigen sniffed and looked up and away from the deadpan expression on Dimple’s face. Apparently he was right. “Oh hey, Serizawa.” 

“Good morning, sir.”

“Don’t be so formal,” Reigen said with a slight huff of a sigh.

“Why don’t you just go to the drugstore or ask Serizawa to go. Nobody is gonna wanna come in while you’re like this.”

“Wha—?It’s fine.”

“It’s gross! And that’s coming from me.”

It wasn’t like Reigen to not have some sort of comeback, so it was jarring to see him there with a confused expression, eyes squinting at his computer screen like he was trying to read the fine print of a contract. Serizawa didn’t know where to look as Reigen’s face crumpled into that familiar hazy look that preceded a sneeze. 

Suddenly Serizawa was very aware of his own heartbeat as his internal dialogue became an all consuming maelstrom.

Would it be worse to abruptly look at nothing? No, find something to do.

Were his shoes tied? Yes. 

And the water cooler had a fresh bottle.

Should he look at Dimple? No, that would be so much worse. 

Keep looking at Reigen? After all, he shamefully wanted to. No, Reigen was his boss and this was entirely inappropriate. What do normal people do when this happens? 

Reigen was still sniffling between hitching breaths, plucking tissues from the half-empty box in front of him as he remained in this state of limbo.

“H-hehh-hhheh…?” The desperate breath sounded like a prolonged tremolo between inhale and exhale and Reigen waved his hand in front of his nose as if to urge it along until—

“hEDSCHhyew!” 

“For fuck’s sake,” Dimple complained, startling Serizawa. He hadn’t even noticed that the spirit had moved from hovering over Reigen’s desk. “This’ll probably go on for another five minutes.” 

Oh. 

He pulled out his phone. It was only three minutes into his shift.

“hDTSCHhew! -HKSshhew!” Reigen sneezed in a more breathy and desperate manner into the sodden tissue, quickly plucking a few more to replace it. They were probably the softest unstifled sneezes Serizawa had ever heard from him. He felt a rare and inappropriate twinge of fondness in his chest, and a far more inappropriate feeling manifesting below the belt. This was not good.

Surely Reigen was too preoccupied with his miserable state to notice, and most likely so was Dimple, though in a more vindictive way. Those two had a strange dynamic, at times apparently only putting up with one another for mutual gain and Kageyama’s sake like two amicably divorced parents. All Serizawa had to do was act normal until things settled.

So, a herculean task, really. 

Serizawa busied himself with pouring himself a cup of water from the cooler. Anything to turn his back on the situation and salvage what little composure he could. The last thing he needed today was being called out on his obvious arousal by either of his coworkers first thing in the morning.

After blowing his nose again, Reigen reached into his pocket and pulled out a blister pack of antihistamines and shook them at Dimple. “I even doubled up on them today. The count is just that bad.”

“Feel free to triple up.”

“Ugh, shut..uhh—heh’ihhkSCHhew! Sndff!—up.” He blew his nose noisily into a tissue. “It’ll kick in after another half hour. Probably.”

Serizawa suddenly was all too aware of his own body, his expression, the fit of his pants, the way he had at some point began holding his breath. Water spilled over his hand as the cup overflowed and he jumped slightly, inadvertently spilling it all over the lower half of his shirt and upper half of his pants. 

Damnit! 

He was soaked. 

“You alright Serizawa?” Reigen asked, punctuating the question with another watery sniffle despite just blowing his nose. 

“Yeah.”

“Hihh…hhehh-! eHDSChhew!”

Then the entire water bottle exploded, sending about four gallons of water everywhere.

“What the—”

Fuck!

 It’d been so long since his last esp-related accident that he’d almost forgotten this was something that could happen at any time. As his shoes flooded with water, the rest of him was flooded with shame. At least the cold water had distracted him for a moment and given him a moment of reprieve, he tried to reason with himself. Maybe he could recover from this, he tried to convince himself. 

“Ah! I’m sorry,” he said, shakily, his chest constricting with panic. He forced himself to take a slow breath before continuing the apology and bowing, as allowing the spiral would only lead to more destruction. “Excuse me. I’m so sorry. I’ll clean all of this up.” He took a slow breath and used his abilities to remedy the situation, moving all the water on the floor to the nearest drain.  

“Serizawa…” Reigen got up carefully from his chair as Dimple looked at them both with a bored expression. 

“I’m very sorry. I’ll replace the bottle immediately and pay for the one I broke,” he said, bowing deeply again. 

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about it,” Reigen said, waving his hand swiftly. He sniffled and coughed briefly into his fist. “Nobody got hurt right? It’s just water. Even my computer is fine.”

“Yeah…but—“

“We needed to mop anyway, so don’t worry so much. Are you okay?” Reigen put his hand on his shoulder in a way that had become surprisingly familiar over the past months. Comforting, not invasive, not suffocating. There was something it did feel like, but to name it would be unprofessional.

Serizawa nodded. 

“It’s my fault, I’m sneezing so loud I probably scared the hell out of you,” he said with a rare self-deprecating smile. “I’ll try to warn you from now on.”

Serizawa’s own attempt at a smile became more strained as he realized there was no way he could say that will only make it worse. “No, I… It wasn’t that… I remembered I didn’t study for an exam for night school,” he lied. 

“An exam, huh…” Reigen clapped his hands together. “Ah! You should’ve said so. When I’m done with this digital exorcism, you can use my laptop between clients.”

Had that actually worked?

“Th-thank you, sir—uh, Reigen.”

“You know… Maybe I will go watch Shigeo study. This is…worse,” Dimple muttered under his breath. “And I thought that kid was whipped.”

“What’re you saying? You said you were gonna help.” Reigen put a hand on his hip and shifted his posture.

“That doesn’t sound like me.”

Neither of them argued with that. 

Reigen went back to his computer to finish his digital exorcism, frequently sniffling and coughing and occasionally muttering what special moves he was using under his breath. Dimple, in spite of his earlier complaint had not actually moved to leave. 

“Here, I finished, do you wanna use the laptop?” Reigen asked after a short while.

Ah, right. Well, to be fair, even though he’d studied the material rigorously, Serizawa did have exams coming up. It wouldn’t hurt to study more. “Thank you. That would be great.” He moved closer to where Reigen sat, only for him to hold up his hand.

“I’m gonna sneeze again,” Reigen said, taking another tissue from the box. Perhaps he didn’t quite buy Serizawa’s story after all. “ehDTSchx! Ugh. Sorry.”

Without his permission, Serizawa found his hand moving to pat Reigen’s back rather than respond verbally to the apology. Reigen flinched just for a moment, before handing over the laptop with a flash of emotion Serizawa had definitely never seen before from the man.

“I’m really leaving now,” Dimple muttered, shifting through the wall.

[plzsnz]

watching a movie with someone in the comfort of your home. they start to sniffle a bit more often, rub their nose, maybe their nostrils are flaring... finally, their nose cant take it anymore and they stifle a series of quiet, forceful sneezes into their fingers, trying not to interrupt the movie, until they just cannot hold back anymore and spray snot all over their hands and now they have to excuse themself to clean up, even though they couldve taken care of it before it got bad

[riverevanss]

Unexpected Company - Part 1

Fandom: The R/ings of P/ower Pairing: E/lrond P/eredhel, D/urin IV. - friendship for now Summary: D/urin has never met an Elf before. And now - after getting saved from a bunch of hills trolls - he's locked in a dusty house with one. A strange one, mind you, as the Elf, E/lrond, won't stop with his strange, annoying noises, which are unfamiliar to D/urin.

Durin has never met an Elf before. He, like every other Dwarf, was told stories about Elves being weird and interesting, creatures others should not interact with because they didn’t interact with others either. All his life, Durin thought Elves were distant and thought more about themself than they should have. 

Probably this was the case for some of them, but as Durin was watching the - not even that tall - Elf standing in front of him, smiling at him with concern in his eyes, the Dwarf prince could hardly believe anything that he heard from his father was true. This particular Elf looked so much more different than Durin imagined - not like he didn’t look pretty. Still, Durin always thought Elves were ethereal beauties, with glowing eyes, sharp, pointy ears, and judgemental stares.

“Are you okay?” Asked the Elf quietly. His voice was just like his face - pretty, but a little bit rough, like his throat was hurting, or like someone who didn’t speak for a long time. “You just keep staring at me like you have never seen an Elf before.” Said the stranger.

Durin almost laughed, but he didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at the Elf. The stranger had curly, dark brown, nearly black hair, eyes that looked like the most beautiful gray orb, and a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks were a little flushed like he was embarrassed, but Durin didn’t really blame him - after all, he kept staring at his slim form half hidden by his dark turquoise-gold cloak.

“You’re welcome,” said the Elf finally after a quiet cough, which made Durin shake himself to look at the stranger.

“What do ya mean you’re welcome?” Asked Durin, then looked behind himself, where lay three dead trolls. Oh, yeah, he was so busy staring at the Elf that he almost forgot about how they met… “Ya didn’t save me, I was handling the situation perfectly” added the Dwarf, and the Elf laughed.

“Of course, I can see that” smiled the stranger. “My name is Elrond” He offered, still smiling.

Durin was close to telling him to leave him alone, to go to hell or something, but the Dwarf couldn’t help himself, and also flashed a quick smile towards the Elf - Elrond, as he called himself.

“Durin,” He said.

***

It was quiet. Durin was sitting next to the fireplace that Elrond successfully got working, and stared out of the window. After their quick introduction, the Elf offered Durin a shelter next to the woods. According to Elrond, it was once built by humans, but now Elves use it sometimes when it is needed.

“We don’t really come here, so it’s quite… dusty” added Elrond. He was watching Durin from next to the fireplace. The rain was still hitting against the window, and the dark was sometimes broken by lighting that followed the occasional thunder. It was a huge storm outside.

“Aye” nodded Durin, looking around. He was still hesitant about talking to the Elf, after all, he didn’t even know him. But he looked kind. Nice, even. “Dwarves don't really care about dir…”

“He’gnxt” 

Durin froze, then turned around to look at Elrond. For a moment he was confused and reached for his axe hearing the unfamiliar noise, something he had never heard before. But it came from Elrond, undoubtedly, because as Durin looked at him, he repeated the same strange noise. This time, it sounded a little bit different.

“Heh… he’gnxts”

The Dwarf stared at the Elf. Elrond’s fair face looked a little confused, he was looking towards the fire, with cloudy eyes, lips half parted. His nose wriggled, like he was smelling something uncomfortable, then he took a sharp inhale, and squeezed his eyes shut. He ducked his face in his left elbow, and then…

“Heh’gnxht… h’ETSHIEW” 

Durin jumped at the second sound, because while the first… well, three times the noises coming from the Elf were quiet, the fourth was quite loud, which gave a Dwarf a little scare. 

“Excuse me,” said Elrond quietly, and his face was now definitely flushed from embarrassment. 

“Excuse… what exactly?” asked Durin, confused, looking at the Elf. “What the hell are those… Please tell me you’re not dying or something like that” he added, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I’m merely just… he’ghnxt” he ducked again, shaking his head a little annoyed this time. “Bothered by the dust” he added, face still behind his left hand. Meanwhile, with his right, he was looking for something in his cloak, then pulled out a white cloth thing. “Heh… heh”gnxnt”ghxnt… arghh."

Well, at least Durin definitely recognized the noise of frustration, even if he still had no idea what was happening. The last two... something scared a little but Durin, because it sounded like the Elf didn't even have time to breathe between them.

Elrond threw an apologetic glance towards the Dwarf from behind his hand, then he turned, so Durin only saw his back. And then he… blew in the cloth with his… nose?

Durin shook his head. Elves were certainly… curious creatures. He just hoped that it wasn’t some magic that Elrond was doing.

“Excuse me.” Elrond turned back. His eyes were still a little cloudy and red, as well as the skin around his nose, but at least he stopped with those strange noises. “I won’t sneeze this much once I get more used to the dust, bu… but… he”gnxgt… sorry… As I said, once I get more used to the dueh… heh’TSHIEW… I give up.” Elrond shook his head, then turned around again to blow his nose into the cloth.

“Quit apologizing!” Snapped Durin, who was more frustrated about not understanding something than Elrond apologizing. “Instead, tell me what the hell are you doing, would you?” He asked, still eyeing the Elf with suspicion. 

It was Elrond’s time to be confused. He turned back towards Durin, the cloth still in his hands, holding it over his nose. His eyes grew wide, and then he ducked again, but this time he was silent - his eyes squeezed shut again - like he was in pain -, and he jerked forward from some kind of force, but he didn’t give a single noise.

“Durin, you’re telling me that you have no idea what a sneeze is?” He asked, confused, tears in his eyes.

[thekinkyleopard]

Insatiable

Based off a Prompt

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon Snz Fic

Special Geezie Request

LONG

⚠️Content Warning ⚠️

Snz, Mess, Spray, Smut, Rough Sex, Contagion

Author’s Notes: Tis another Geezie request special ya’ll 🥵 This fic was inspired by @victoriablackrose with a slight twist. Levi does not have the fet, Remi does, but Remi is the only one who fits a rich and powerful character who is prone to sick. 🥴 I’m sorry to those of you disappointed by how long this will be but I promise I stuffed it full of good shit and lots of love so please enjoy. 😊🫶🏻

Description:

Remi is a successful autobody shop owner, he worked really hard, and his shop is the absolute best in town, no seriously he's put half his competition in the ground. This is because the wolf expects nothing less than perfection, and competence from his entire team. Five stars on yelp for that very reason. So much as one screw loose and you're going to have to face an irate Remi, something no one wanted to do on any given day.

He ran a tight ship, but he hired the best of the best which meant, his presence in the shop was less and less needed. Financially, they were doing incredible, he was able to maintain what he had to for the business, as well as pay his employees a good wage including benefits, and he could do the thing he loved the most, take care of and spend time with the love of his life, Levi.

This time he'd booked a very special trip for them, it was going to be amazing. He had rented a private Island along the coast of Bora Bora. However, the week before, was proving to be an entire nightmare. Two mechanics called out sick and one had a family emergency, all with plenty of proof to provide the incredibly stressed man. It was fine, his employees needed to take care of themselves now, so they could return when he went on vacation. Fruits of his labor....fruits of his labor.

Surprisingly, he managed walking out of the week alive, though it was leaving him feeling incredibly, burnt out. Like a crispy chicken. However, he was in Bora Bora now, lounging on a beach towel in their own private paradise wonderland with a full staff to wait on them hand and foot.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Levi asked with his face illuminated by the rays of sunshine basking down upon him, enjoying the environmental ambience of ocean waves and gentle breeze.

"This is exactly...Hh'..." suddenly feeling a burdening sting in his nostrils, his throat getting tighter and his chest feeling heavier.

"Rem?" Levi looked over, lifting his sunglasses above his head to get a better glance at him.

"H'TscHU!" The wolf sneezed openly in front of himself, his body lurching forward from his towel, now in a sitting position. "Fuck...snnff” he sniffled, rubbing his nose against the back of his hand.

"Oh no, are you allergic to something out here?" The leopard now suddenly looking around anxiously at any new flowers, or maybe animals that had crossed their path, not even considering his walking virus catcher of a boyfriend may be sick, again. Remi shook his head slowly back and forth suddenly feeling the mind numbing pressure in his cranium forcing itself to the surface.

"N-No...I think it's just...passing through don't worry.." he sighed softly rubbing the sides of his clammy temples.

"O-Okay, honey.." Not entirely believing that for a second as he watched Remi’s features fall into that familiar state of sick he’d seen so many times before. However, running with it anyway, just to see how it would progress. Having SOME faith in the wolf's ability to identify his own needs. "Well, I'm going to grab you some water, and me a cocktail, I'll be right back.." Levi went to stand up before the man gripped his wrist forcing him back down in the space next to him.

"Babe, don't get up, we're here alone, we have staff, raise your hand up...watch," he explained confidently before raising his arm and waving his palm about loosely. In record time, a handsome young man appeared out of nowhere, dressed professionally in a white shirt and black pants, carrying a tray of drinks.

"Good afternoon, Mr. R-Remi and Mr. Levi. M-May I offer you some refreshments?" The man's voice was smooth as silk but shaky with nerves, his smile warm and welcoming. Despite the trembling in his knees from the sheer presence of the business owner.

Remi nodded, "Yes. Water," his voice stoic, his tired emerald orbs gazing lovingly at his sunbathing leopard. He did absolutely adore the way he looked out in the tropics. No shirt, that freckled pale skin in the sunlight distracting him at every turn, and always wearing some sort of colorfully printed pattern swim trunk. Absolutely tasteful...and he was going to get a taste, full.

"Of course, sir." The man handed him a glass of water with a shaking and nervous hand, snapping Remi straight back into reality, taking it, he shook his head gently, the server now turning to Levi.

"And for you, sir?" clearing his throat before hand, extra emphasis on the respect towards the scarier man's date. Suspecting instinctively it wouldn't go well for him if he was providing anything less than excellent service to the two.

Levi smiled tenderly, "I'll have a Mojito, please." now sighing with contentment as he laid back down, comfortably in the sun. It wasn't too hot, and it definitely wasn't cool. It also wasn't often they got to spend time out in the sun since they had bought their home in Alaska. A breath of fresh air for them both.

The man bowed slightly, "Right away, sir." And just like that, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Remi sighed, feeling grateful for the staff's efficiency. He took a sip of his water, feeling the cool liquid soothing his parched throat. However, the sneezing fit wasn't going away. If anything, it was getting worse as he felt his sinuses beginning to congest. He knew he had to do something about it before it ruined their entire vacation.

He stood up, feeling the sand between his toes and began to walk towards the water. Levi looked up at him curiously, "Remi, where are you going?"

"I'm going for a swim. Maybe the salt water will help clear my head,” He gave him a reassuring smile before taking his leave down the sand shore and throwing himself into the sea. Levi wasn't complaining, he liked to see water cascading down the man's toned chest, his wet long hair sticking to his neck. He shuddered in anticipation.

As Remi swam around for a few minutes before diving deep beneath the water, he felt the salty sea rushing through his nose and sinuses, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably while down under. "PlfPhtB! Pl'fPhtbB!" A mist of bubbles releasing around him and floating up to break at the surface. But to his surprise, with each sneeze, he felt himself clearing up.

He emerged from the water, feeling refreshed and much more stable than he had going in, his sneezing fit now subsided for the moment being. His body glistening in the rays of the sun. The leopard took this moment to sit up properly and get a good look at his boyfriend coming up to the shore. He whistled suggestively at the man wiggling his thin white brows at the object of his desires. “Feeling better, hot stuff?” He may or may not already have gone one and a half mojitos deep while the wolf had taken his time for a swim. He had told the staff member to keep a full drink in his hand any time he saw him without one. Needless to say, Levi was already feeling pretty light headed and loose.

Remi grinned, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he walked towards the ogling cat.

"Much," he smirked, Levi's favorite half toothed grin, long fingers reaching out to run his fingers through the leopard's hair as he closed in on their space. "But I think I need more than just a swim to clear this ache inside me,"

Levi giggled flirtatiously, leaning up to kiss Remi deeply on the lips. Their tongues wasted no time reuniting with their familiar fleshy counterpart, swirling in a rhythm of passion. Remi eagerly returned each hungry advance, deepening the kiss as he pushed Levi onto his back in the sand.

Their bodies intertwined as they continued to kiss, hands exploring every inch of each other's skin. Levi moaned softly, feeling the heat of Remi's wet body pressing and dripping against him. The cool droplets hitting his chest making him shudder. He could feel his own arousal growing, aching for more. Remi's body increasing in temperature for more reasons than the obvious one at current. He was still feeling out of touch with his health, the aching in his head now a throbbing motion, but god..his little kitten just tasted so good...he needed to have him. He would just have to hold it in.

Remi broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet, open kisses down the cat's neck, nipping at his skin with his teeth, leaving behind marks of various sizes against the pale flesh. Levi moaned louder, body expanding and contracting in a rhythm only his mind can understand. His lips parting as he breathed out and then as they meshed together, he breathed in "God, Remi..I want more of you," he whispered almost helplessly, his voice heavy with desire.

Remi reached down between them, his hand gently moved over the firm flesh, matching the rhythm of his body against Levi's hardening member through the fabric of his trunks. "I can feel that," he growled into his ear, adding a hard squeeze that made the smaller gasp. "But first, I need to take care of you..."

Remi gently traced his tongue over Levi's body starting from his neck, down his clavicle, then reaching his delicate budding nipple, feeling it harden and peak under the touch. He traced his teeth across the edges, running his tongue over one of those pink waiting areolas and enjoying the soft moan that filled the open tropical space around them. His hands roaming over the other's smooth chest and stomach.

Levi writhed beneath him, his body trembling with need, his pale skin glistened with the warm humidity of the tropics. Sweat beads upon his brow before being washed away by the gentle breeze. He panted rapidly with each pressing movement, his chest rising and falling beneath the larger man. His ocean eyes half lidded, staring at the photographic sky above him. His mouth parted, breathing heavy.

Remi, descending furtherly, eager to get a taste of his beloved as his nails trailed hard, heavy, deep claw marks down the leopard's delicate sides. This eliciting a drawn out moan from the small man below. "Remi..." he breathed out, his voice hoarse with passion, "Please.."

"Please what?" Remi's voice was low and husky, his deep emerald eyes gazing back at Levi through his eyelashes. He made sure his smile was showing through in his voice, he was so in love with his kitten, and wanted him to know that.

Levi bit his bottom lip, blushing lightly as he turned his face away, "Please…Sir..." answering pathetically. Remi grunted low in his chest inhaling sharply through his slightly still stuffed up nose, he liked the way it sounded. The way Levi's moans echoed through his voice. It was like nothing else he heard, his absolute favorite sound in the world. Enough to keep him distracted from the worsening conditions that were waiting for him under the surface of lust.

"Hmm, come on kitten. You can do better than that..." His teeth gently grazed Levi's delicate hip bones, leaving little blood blisters along the boundary of his V lines to mark his territory. The leopard's swim trunks were sitting dangerously low on his haunches. So low one could see the start of his pubic bone. It was driving the wolf absolutely wild.

"PLEASE, Sir...I want to feel your m-mouth on me...Please...I don’t want to wait anymore..." Levi continued. The words fell out of his mouth in a rushed mess. His eyes shut tight, expecting the wolf to devour him at any moment.

"Oh, tell me all about it, baby…" Remi chuckled darkly sliding his tongue across the top row of his teeth, "Mm, Just as I thought..." he hissed lowly under his breath as he slowly peeled the leopard's swim trunks down past his length.

Levi's eyes shot open as he spoke, "What, what did you think?" but before he could continue he was cut off as the wolf's mouth descended upon the head of his erect member.

"Mmmmm..." the larger moaned softly, savoring the flavor of his kitten. A flavor he loved beyond belief, could never get enough of. He groaned in pleasure as he felt Levi's length fill up his mouth. He had a deep urge to swallow the boy whole. He knew he wouldn't be able to with the persistent burning in his throat, it would be too much despite his abilities in different circumstances. But he could at least do his best.

Levi could only moan in relief at the sensation that traveled down every cell in his body, his toes were curled into the sand and his back was tingling with an electric voltage that could not be stopped. The feeling was almost too much to bear. Remi's lips wrapped around his shaft, and his teeth grazed across the sensitive skin, giving a slight sting that went straight to Levi's gems. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. "G-god..."

The wolf's tongue caressed the sensitive organ, lapping up the leaking pre-cum with each flick.

Levi's body arched in pleasure as Remi's tongue began to trace around the head of his erection, licking away the pearly white liquid. The wolf groaned, this ignited a primal need deep within him to consume the kitten. His desire to taste every inch of him was overwhelming and he wanted nothing more than to take him in one fell swoop. His tongue explored Levi's length, sucking hard as much as he could. The cat’s cock pulsed for release inside the man's throat, when he was suddenly pushed full hilt.

This would have been fine, had the length of it not tickled the back of his throat the way it did. Remi gagged once over, pulling himself up, the leopard found this reverberation of sound, extremely erotic, unaware that his mate was actually suffering in this moment. 'Don't do it Rem...keep it together...' he coached himself internally as his tongue continued to work circles around his lover's aching shaft, but his nose still tickled.

Remi with all the mental strength he could muster, continued to push it down, trying to keep himself from ruining the mood, his nose felt like it was going to explode. He breathed in and out deeply, hoping to push out the urge before he could do anything that would ruin the moment, but the more he fought it, the stuffier his nose got, the harder it was to breathe. Groaning deep from within the pits of his chest as he slipped up the other's leaking tip, sucking at a pressure, that proved to be too much.

It was going to come out whether he liked it or not. Just as he thought he was winning the battle against his sensitive nose, he pulled up from Levi's cock with a swift movement and an almighty "Hah'TSCHUU!" escaped from his lips and sent wet droplets of saliva all over Levi's cock.

The wolf quickly pulled away, embarrassed at what had just happened. He wiped his nose and face with the back of his hand and tried to apologize but it came out in a barely audible stutter. “S-sor-..”

"Shh...M'ere," the slightly intoxicated cat whispered, his hand finding the back of Remi's neck and pulling him in to a deep and lust-fueled kiss. A moment of tongues clashing, and mouths sliding together in a messy and needy rythmn, the leopard pulled away just slightly, their foreheads pushed together, his own face wet from contracting the other’s sneezy mess. "That...actually felt really fucking good..."

A tinge of arousal shot up Remi's toes straight to his groin, the little cat thought that....felt good? He liked his blow out? That was surprising, but absolutely delicious news to hear in his throbbing, hazy head.

"Still want me to leave you breathless?" Remi asked, his voice was low again, rough as it pushed through the chords, his lips brushed past Levi's like a soft breeze of wind, panting tenderly amongst each other. The wolf could still feel that hot pressure pushed to the surface of his skull but attending his mate was so much more important than that.

Levi nodded, his reply was simple but filled with desire, "Yes..." he whispered past the man's ever ghosting lips, his hips adjusting in discomfort as his needs increased and as Remi's mouth found it's way to the cat's sensitive neck.

"I'll give you what you want..." Remi muttered, his tongue hungrily exploring every inch. Savoring every taste. His breaths were ragged, messy, it drove the leopard wild with each huff felt across his flesh. Levi's hands quickly snaked their way into the wolf's hair, his fingers curling in to tangled knots as he moaned delicately out loud, his body squirming beneath Remi.

He bit down slightly on Levi's neck, his teeth digging into the skin, drawing a few trickles of crimson and leaving a large hickey. The wolf needed to mark his territory, always, without fail. His teeth pulled back over his tongue, dragging the skin along with it, as he let it slip loose from his jaws. He then licked the area where he had just bitten, savoring Levi's salty taste before kissing it softly.

The action alone caused Levi to all but collapse. His body writhing against his lover's movements, while his moans became more and more desperate with his increased arousal. He knew exactly what was to come, and he knew it was going to drive him insane. A smile split across his face as he felt Remi's lips against his neck, he took a strong inhale of the leopard's skin, relishing in the scent of him, but his nostrils still begging for an ounce of comfort. His breathing hitched, and his chest rose sharply with every tickle that crawled up his nose. "H'h..." he tried to pull away, but the smaller, only pulled him in closer.

"I want to feel all of you..." Levi whimpered loosely, sending a jolt of excitement down the wolf's loins. Did he mean..? He very much did, the smaller was so deeply entranced by their encounter, and desperate for the raven haired man, he didn't care what kind of attention it was, as long as it was on him.

Remi let out a soft, and deepened moan, his tongue flicking over the leopard's skin until it settled on the sensitive area of Levi's throat. His breath was hot and raspy as he stuck his tongue out to deliver one last kiss before allowing his head cold to have the ultimate say, "Hh'itsshhih! Hah'TSCHU!" sending the wet particles of spit all over Levi's neck that trickled slowly downward against his chest.

Levi only responded with a low moan, pressing into the mess but never fully releasing him from their embrace. His hands still locked in Remi's hair as he tilted his head over and met the wolf's glassy green eyes with an expression that could only be described as pure lust. "That felt so good…" he purred, licking away some of the saliva that lingered upon the wolf's lips, before lightly pressing their mouths together once again. In between a slurry of passionate tongues, the raven haired man could be heard with little wet sniffles as his hands explored down the cat's thin body.

Levi's own hands slipped to the wolf's already strained swim trunks, the fabric fighting against the unfastening as his fingers worked to tug it down. At long last it gave way and Levi had what he was looking for. The wolf pressing urgently against the smaller's warm palm, as it rose with every rough breath Remi could muster.

"Hih'ITTSCHU!" He cried out in another fit, his nose twitching against the crook of the younger man's neck, his tongue flicked out the corner of his lips, as if he was trying to fight against the urges within his sinuses, but they were too strong. Remi's entire body shook and convulsed as he let out a deep raspy, "Hh'itsshhih!" His entire face pushed forward as his nose leaked against Levi's pale freckled flesh, who's movements on his cock only seemed to increase. Soft fingers encasing him, and massaging him.

"God bless you, baby...." responding breathlessly to the fitting wolf. The sensation was too much for the Leopard, and Levi's breathing quickened as his hips began to undulate in time with Remi's explosions. His body becoming ever more aroused as it responded to the wetness that trailed down his chest. He began to beg pathetically "Please, Rem...I need you," his voice echoing inside the ravenette's pounding head from the sheer amount of desperation. He wanted nothing more than to feel the wolf all over him once again, pushing against every inch of his skin until he was completely satisfied. In an unorganized rhythm, Levi continued to pump and squeeze at his lover's aching, large length in his shaking palm.

Remi groaned, his sensitive nose was making it impossible for him to immerse himself within the pleasure of his mate's hand, but Levi's pleas were just as hard to ignore. Reaching over, the wolf took a firm hold of Levi's hip to pull him in closer to stop the overwhelming pleasure from becoming more than he could take, his words coming out wet and sex crazed, “Yes...” He grunted, the wolf's voice was strained and tight, like he's trying to hold something back from escaping. He was.

“Don't make me wait anymore...” Levi's voice soft and sensual as his cock throbbed against the open tropic air, trunks still pulled barely below his ass. Remi swiftly overpowered the smaller, forcing him onto his back in the sand.

Remi had been beaten. He didn't have it in him to speak, instead he let his tongue trail languidly from his lips and down the length of Levi's stomach. His arms were on either side of Levi's head as he allowed the older man to lead their dance and with a swift yet gentle shove, he ripped the rest of the man's trunks off with his teeth.

Remi's tongue pressed into the skin of Levi's now peach fuzzed pubic line, as he traveled down and began to work on teasing the smaller length, "H'h..." hitching his breath over the sensitive flesh, allowing the feeling of his oncoming eruption to consume him. "H'Hah...." a slight pool of saliva dripping from his tongue down Levi's waiting cock, his cheeks flushed vermillion.

"Hah'TSCHHUU!" letting it all fly forward and completely coat the cat's waiting member, who, with the feeling of being soaked caused him to push his hips up from the sandy ground to try and elect further sensations out of the wolf's mouth.

"F-Fuck..." Levi whimpered, tossing his head back and forth from the overtly erotic stimulation.

A few droplets of the salty fluid dripped off of Levi's engorged cock and down onto his stomach, which the wolf began to lick away at eagerly, sloppily he moved to suck the cat's tip in rhythm with his tongue. His lips formed a tight seal around Levi's shaft which left the man to believe his brain was about to explode. Remi’s head was bobbing back and forth, side to side, in circular motions that his mouth performed strategically well.

"H-haahh!" the smaller cried out, his whimpers echoing through the private beach as his heart raced and his body ached for more. He could feel his length getting harder, and the longer Remi licked him, the closer he was to orgasm. "It's...too much," he whispered, his moans coming out in ragged breaths as he felt the man's tongue swirl around his cock.

Remi snaked around the exposed flesh, running it's course up and down the shaft as his lips sealed around it once again. The wolf pulled back, allowing just enough of the cat to slip out of his mouth before he dove in for more. With each pull Remi took on Levi, he could feel the man's body tremble beneath him with pleasure that was too much to contain. "I’b gonna dhow you, doo mud," voice stuffy from his previous fit.

Remi smiled wickedly, knowing what Levi needed- a deeper satisfaction than what his tongue could provide. He placed both hands onto Levi's thighs and pushed them up towards his chest, spreading him so wide that the wolf could have full view of the opening between his legs and exposing him fully to himself. Spitting one time onto the area in wanton lust with the excess amount of saliva collecting under his tongue, Remi shifted himself up until their bodies were finally aligned, his cock fully erect outside the hole of his trunks - letting Levi know how badly he wanted to be inside him now.

With a single thrust, The wolf forced himself inside the cat's tight walls, pushing his hips forward as deep as he could go. Remi groaned with each pass, marveling at the feeling of Levi's wetness surrounding him and squeezing him with such pleasure that it nearly made him lose control. He grabbed onto either side of Levi's thighs and began to fuck him violently, almost desperate- pushing himself further and harder into the man below him as his own orgasm loomed closer.

"F-Fuck me," Levi cried out in a strained voice, shivering from pleasure even as Remi continued to pound into him relentlessly. His entire body was shaking now, arching up into the wolf with each stroke as if begging for more even though it felt like he was about to break apart from the intensity of it all.

Remi felt his own claws digging into Levi's flesh unconsciously- gripping tightly onto the smaller man's legs, keeping them firmly pushed against the cat's chest, but as deeply invested in his orgasm as he was, Remi couldn't hide the fighting battle inside his sweating body. It didn't matter though, Levi was past the point of finding a limit and the wolf knew deep down he could use the man like his own property, even like a tissue. As the wolf hovered over the mess of a leopard, he allowed the breath in his throat to stutter and hitch, his face pulling back, eyes squinting from the brightness of the sun. It was any minute now, a thin line of drool falling down the side of his open maw.

"H'TSCHU!" He sneezed atop his lover, a misted cloud of sick falling over the man. Levi jolting at the sudden action, eyes widening in shock as he watched Remi's head whip back to face him again. His mind raced with desire, the feeling of the wolf atop him pushing him closer and closer to his own climax.

What snapped him out of it was not what was happening between their bodies, but instead the sensation of a few drops of saliva that had been released from Remi's sneeze landing on his mouth. Without a second thought, Levi parted his lips slightly and sensually lapped up the stray beads.

The sight of this sent Remi over the edge as he increased his thrusts even more violently now- "Jesus fuck..." swearing lewdly at the scene, as he felt himself come closer and closer to orgasm. With one last powerful thrust, striking Levi against his prostate in one aggressively fluid motion, they both cried out in equal pleasure. Remi busting his seed inside of the trembling cat, while he painted the majority of his own pale freckled chest.

"H-haa," Levi gasped, his white and black hair now covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he panted loudly, his voice broken up as he attempted to catch his breath. He reached down with his hands to pull Remi's hips close to him, causing him to fall forward. Their lips met in a lazy and messy fashion, tongues crashing against one another.

The cat had his arms wrapped around Remi's shoulders now slinking his hands together behind him, kissing him deeply as the wolf returned with equal lust and passion. After a few more heated moments, the wolf pulled away huffing desperately to catch his sanity.

"God, you're rather insatiable today aren't you?" Remi chuckled generously, still panting from his orgasm. The symptoms of his current state falling back to the surface after having been subdued by their moment of passion. His face was much hotter now with the added circumstances, unable to make out whether or not that insistent warbling was a sound being made around them or just inside his own head.

Levi huffed out a short laugh, "You have no idea...You were rather busy this week...I missed you..." his head falling back against the sand as they spoke.

"Mmmm," Remi smiled, rolling off of the cat and laying onto his side beside him, watching as Levi did the same. "I'm sorry, I just had a lot on my plate with the call outs," the wolf sighed shaking his head and laying his hands onto his face to shield his aching head from the blinding rays.

"It's all right!" Levi spoke still in the same cheerful fashion he always did, turning to face Remi with a much more flirtatious look on his face. "You made it up to me now...I'm not mad anymore..."

"OOOH, Okay," Remi laughed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he reached over and ran his fingers through Levi's hair. "I see you," narrowing his watery swollen eyes in a playful manner.

"Yeah and I see YOU...clearly have a cold coming on...again," sticking his tongue out at the larger of the two who sniffled in persecution, before the leopard reached over and gently rubbed and squeezed his neck.

"I know! I know....I think it's leisure sickness...I may have over worked myself, and now our vacation is ruined...." feeling a bit down on himself for allowing his health to come second to the business.

Levi’s thumb pad rubbed small circles around the flesh of skin on Remi’s neck. “It’s not ruined, my love, even if I spend the whole time taking care of you..It’s always worth it spending time together,” he purred suggestively, leaning forward to plant a heated kiss against his boyfriend’s chapped lips. He sniffled against the cat but still gave as much passion as he received.

“That so?” He asked in a breathless whisper against Levi’s mouth.

“Mmmm definitely…” responding as their foreheads slid together intimately. Hesitantly, Levi pulled back and sat up, he looked around and decided maybe he should get the wolf back to rest up a bit. “You wanna go back to the room?” Looking over with excited cerulean eyes. He loved the beach shore they had to play on, but, he would like to get the sand out of his ungodly places as well as spend more time in their gorgeous bungalow.

“Yeah…be nice to lay down on a bed for a bit…” he mumbled pushing the back of his hand against his sore, and still wet nostrils. Being under the sun with an already growing temperature, was probably a bad idea…and having sex on top of that.

Levi was the first to take his stand, extending his palm out to the other, using the bulk of his own strength to help Remi back to his feet. “Come on, let’s go…I’m due for another drink anyway~” he shook his hips with a giggle, the large man chuckling through his nose and rolling his emerald orbs. Once back on their feet, they fixed their trunks back on after shaking out all the sand.

“Mmm, oh?” Remi laughing once again, knowing exactly where this vacation was going if Levi planned to keep on the cocktail train, shaking his head as they helped each other through the sand. The wolf following the cat back to their temporary humble abode.

It didn’t take too long for them to get there, but as soon as they opened the door to their bungalow, the larger felt a wave of illness wash over his body. He stepped further into the room, trying to fight the spinning and pounding against his skull, taking notice of the beige walls that contrasted against dark wooden furniture and linen bedding. An air conditioner blew cool air from one corner while the shades were blocking out the bright sun rays coming from outside. "Man...just not being surrounded with blinding sunlight alone feels so much better..." he sighed, noticing some relief behind his aching emerald orbs.

Levi giggled in response, but hopped past him, quickly making his way over to an already made drink that was sitting on the coffee table between two white wicker chairs. “Woah! Look at this- A giant fishbowl!” he murmured with wonderment, pointing out to a massive round glass filled with a tropical alcoholic concoction and several different fruits coming out of it.

Remi walked closer to inspect it himself and laughed softly before shaking his head again in amusement. “God damn that's like 4 drinks in one....might want to be careful before I'm peeling you off the floor..."

Levi laughed and looked over to him with a smirk, taking a gulp of his drink before making a pout. “I can handle it! Besides, I’m sure you can catch me if you need to...you're a big strong man.” sending off a wink of his playful ceruleans as he chuckled, Levi finally taking another big swig of the cocktail and settling it back into place. Feeling that continued looseness he had been buzzing off earlier.

Remi rolled his eyes with an even wider smile before he shook his head and fell onto the bed. His face felt hot and tight against the pillow as he tried to fight off the growing tickle inside his nose, feeling like sand may be stuck up his nostrils. “Hah-h..aha...there's no way in hell I'm catching you if you fall off more than two drinks," he replied struggling to keep the mess at bay, laughing between each tickle that threatened to make him sneeze again.

Levi looked over quickly at Remi's sudden laughter, his expression turning from amusement to concern as he noticed the wolf still looking rather uncomfortable in his own flesh. "Seriously though, honey, are you okay? Do we need to pack it in early?" Remi shook his head swiftly.

"Nonsense, I'm sure I'll feel better tom-....H'ITTSCHU! Hih'TsscHIEW!!" He sneezed twice into the open air in front of him on the bed. His body convulsing, every muscle flexing to the surface, which the little leopard took much note in. He wasn't usually the one to be so turned on by his lover's sickness, that was a Remi trope, but with the mix of tropic air and these delicious beverages, it was all so enticing.

"You know what might make you feel better? A nice dip into the jacuzzi later tonight, Once the sun goes down," Levi suggested walking over to his mate's bed side, running his thin fingers through the man's sticky black threads.

"Hah...ha...thats...thats a...good idea..." he snuffled and hitched, his chest arching and flexing against the bed. His whole nose ached with stuffy ick, making it impossible to breath through his irritated nostrils, his jaw slacked as he breathed deeply through his mouth.

"For now maybe...take a bit of a nap? You'll be feeling right as rain in no time." Remi nodded his head slowly, groggily, the sandman already threatening to take over. "Yes...maybe a nap...is what I need right now...Hih'iitsCHUU!" he murmured before it was swallowed by a room echoing sneeze, spraying a mist around the two of them, it caused his nostrils to drip and he groaned drowsily, swiping the edge of the blanket against his messy, wet face.

“Oh, Acushla..." he whispered the Gaelic endearment, while he rubbed at the wolf's forehead softly, cursing himself for not having brought any medications.

Levi watched him quietly for a moment, smiling at the peaceful look on his face as Remi's emerald orbs slid to a close, only the sound of his staggered breathing filled the space. Eventually, when Levi was certain that the man managed to find his way into dreamland, did he turn over to reunite with his beverage. Grabbing his fishbowl and walking to the outside space that led to the jacuzzi and view of the shore, he watched the waves crash against the sand.

The leopard sat on a nearby chair and began sipping away at his beverage - though they were meant for two people that was no match for this little cat's determination. In between gulps and laughs the occasional burp would escape from his mouth as he slowly got himself drunk off of Remi's future headache, hoping to take full advantage of this rare moment with himself alone while his boyfriend napped.

As he did so, the night sky slowly descended upon them both, twinkling stars and a glowing crescent moon enchanting all who laid their eyes on it, Levi finishing his drink with one final gulp before finally deciding upon stumbling out of the chair. He was feeling completely and totally different from the hour ago he sent Remi to bed.

Slowly, the cat managed to get himself over to Remi's bedside once more, now planting soft, sweet kisses across the wolf's clammy face. "Baaaaby~" he whispered gently into his ear. "Baaaaby~ C'mon...s'time to get up..get in the hot tub with me.." starting to slowly peel the covers off his now stirring and grumbling mate.

Remi groaned in protest, his head throbbing something fierce and his mouth feeling like a desert, rubbing at his eyes and stretching. As a reflex his hand went to cover one of his nostrils, only to get it smothered in mucus instead. He grimaced before looking around the room, blinking several times until eventually folding back into Levi's gaze. "B-Baby?" He squinted over at the cat who slowly slid himself out of his own trunks from earlier.

The leopard just stood there with an expectant look on his face, knowing that Remi would never be able to turn him down when he was like this - all vulnerable and cute. Despite feeling like death twice baked, the wolf couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight before him - Levi standing there completely naked with a playful glint in his eye. He smiled fondly and nodded before slipping off the bed himself.

"Alright then," he said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes free of sleep as he stepped out and forward towards Levi. "Let's go for that hot tub you promised…”

He wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep off the growing cold inside his head, but feeling Levi’s eyes on him excited the wolf enough that he couldn't pass up this opportunity. Stifling a yawn, Remi slowly stripped his own trunks, before following Levi out into the night air. The two made their way over to the jacuzzi nestled in the corner of their private balcony overlooking the open sea.

The lukewarm waters were inviting and comforting as they sunk into it, relieving all of Remi's aches and pains as he let himself relax into the embrace of its warmth. “Seeeeee, isn't this nice?" Levi purred slowly swimming his way across to slide himself gracefully into Remi's lap, fitting like a comfortable puzzle piece.

"Mmm. you're definitely not wrong..." Remi consciously fought off the heat of blush that threatened to overtake his blanched cheeks, trying to keep a cool composure in spite of how drunk Levi seemed. He smiled weakly and nodded, still too exhausted to move much as he continued to fight off the stuffy heat inside him that kept threatening to take over.

However, Levi seemed more than happy with Remi's simple response; With a content smile the cat nuzzled further into Remi's chest before purring out another question - "Is this okay?"

Remi leaned his head back against the rim of the hot tub, running a hand through Levi's hair as he let out a low hum in response. "Yeah, this is perfect," he murmured, feeling his body relax even further in the calming waters.

Levi's purrs turned into contented sighs as he snuggled his face into Remi's neck, feeling the man's heartbeat against his cheek. The sound was soothing, like a lullaby, and the leopard couldn't help but let out a soft exhale of his own. This was exactly where he wanted to be, wrapped up in Remi's arms, with nothing else in the world to worry about.

Minus the sudden hitching, and stuttering of the wolf's chest. Levi leaned back and he could see it all over the man's scrunched up face. "O-h n-H-ah..." Remi whimpered behind his gasping voice. The cat, panicking to avoid a face full of sneeze, snapped his palm over the man's mouth just in time.

"H'PBfFNGXT!" It made a loud sound against the flesh of Levi's palm, and it soaked through his heated skin, cautiously, Levi pulled it back, just an inch off the wolf's lips before another fell out between them. "Hah'TSCHUU!" spraying his lover's hand once more. Levi cooed sympathetically, casually dipping his soiled hand back down into the water before sliding both hands up Remi's chest, wrapping around his neck.

"Bless you, sweetheart," his voice loving, kind, as it always was when addressing the sickly man. He felt bad, but the vulnerability of his mate, the combination of using him like an old napkin as he had been all day, drove something wild inside the drunk cat. He glazed over those soft, wet lips that belonged to the love of his life, and he felt his heart stop in his chest. Levi leaned in, pressing his lips against Remi's in a hungry fashion, his hands locking behind the other's head as he pushed himself forward. Despite being slightly taken back by the leopard’s persistence, Remi allowed them to get lost in the heat of the moment, the steamy waters, and the pleasure of each other's bodies. The wolf’s hands immediately roamed over his little leopard's back, pulling him in as their tongues danced passionately against each other.

Levi moaned into the kiss, his arousal growing with every passing moment. He wanted Remi, badly, and it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Their bodies pressed together, the water sloshing against the sides of the hot tub as they moved rhythmically against each other in a desperate fashion.

Finally, with a gasp, Remi pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion. "Levi...wait...we can't..." he panted, his eyes clouded with desire and illness. "I'm sick...I don't want to get you..."

Levi scoffed, rolling his ocean blues before he bit his lower lip and shrugged softly. "So what if I do?" challenging the man with a heated gaze. "Maybe, I want it...

"Oh?" Remi raised a thin black brow, a smirk growing on his face. "You want me to get you sick? You're asking for it, huh?" His voice was low and threatening as he leaned forward, letting out a devilish chuckle before he pressed his lips against Levi's again only for a few more moments, their mouths moved in messy unison.

The wolf pulled away by a few inches, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a lustful fire burning deep within his chest. As the two of them grasped at each other aggressively, their desire evident in every movement, Remi's nostrils giving off a slight leakage from all the sneezing. But it only seemed like it made the cat more fired up than ever before as he gave into the temptation. Just as he was looming over the sexy, flushed and pathetic little face of his mate, he could feel the the urges burning back up through his throat and lungs. His chest feeling heavier by the second. The wolf reached up and grabbed Levi in a tight grip by his jaw and quickly commanded of him before it erupted. "Open," referring to the cat's mouth.

Levi, curious as always, did as he was told and opened his mouth like he had been taught to do by his larger dominant. He stuck out his tongue, looking very lewd in the process and giving the other man a perfect view of his little pink tongue.

Remi groaned feeling himself harden, loving how passionately the cat gave in to his demands, but before he could enjoy himself and take a mental picture, he blew his lid off, sneezing aggressively into the cat's face. "Hah'TScHIEW!" Levi was caught off guard for a moment, blinking away watery eyes as he felt the cooling difference in temperature as the spray fell upon his heated freckled features, but as the wet mess fell upon his skin he felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, and his hips shifted forward into a rough grind against his partner.

"Yeah? You like that? My dirty little kitten likes to be used doesn't he?" The grin that spilled over his features was something dark, capturing Levi’s breath in his throat at the sight as their eyes locked.

The cat slinked forward, his breathing turned frantic, and his voice seemingly slurred as he spoke erratically. "Y-yes…I fucking love you using me..." His normally, cute voice even more so, panting and airier than usual. The blush that was on Levi's face from the heat of the hot tub stayed, turning into a perpetual dust, as he turned to gaze upon the other man, seeing his lover with a sneeze covered face, nose red, lips swollen, hot, and dripping. Levi's heart fluttered with carnal desires and the intoxication of the moment.

Remi smirked, a bit of a sadistic nature coming through as he allowed himself to revel in the sight of his own personal pet who wanted nothing more than to be his, to serve him, and to give him whatever he wanted. "Good…because truthfully," he began, his voice coarse with a heat building deep in his stomach, his hands running up and down over the man’s smooth body, kneading into his bare cheeks from under the surface of the water, sliding his length between them teasingly. “I wouldn’t give you any other choice,”

Levi felt like he could barely contain himself from wanting to sink his claws into the man's shoulders and rip him apart- but not in a violent way- rather just in a way that, he could scar the lover as his. Permanently. Leaving a hot trail of bites and nips against the wolf's bare neck and shoulders, his mate could no longer keep himself at bay, pressing the tip impatiently at the smaller’s waiting entrance.

As Remi's hands moved along Levi's ass, the wolf began to force himself inside, pushing further and further until he was all the way in. The slick flesh of his lover quivered as his body opened up and made room for him, their heart beats mixing into a single rhythm, both seemingly losing control of themselves. "Thaaaat's it...fuck," Remi hissed lowly, the hot water was splashing around them from the outside forces of their movements as Remi wasted no time in finding a steady rhythm, causing the pool to overflow its edges and onto the sides of the tub.

Levi felt himself unable to release his control as Remi bit into his neck, riding him with full effort, throwing his hips up and down against the large cock pulsating inside him. Broken up and stifled cries of pleasure polluted the night sky. "God....I love that cock so much baby..." the leopard whimpered helplessly, his arms clutched behind Remi's head as he used the base of his forearms against the man's shoulders for leverage.

Remi groaned softly, his glowing greens rolling back as the pleasure intensified, feeling his wet hair sticking to his forehead. "Fucking shit...you're so tight...you like using your Master, hm?" he pointedly grunted, his hips continuing to move at a steady pace to match his partner, his heart beating faster and faster as the prickling sensation in his nose was winning over his body, but he had no time to pay much attention as the pleasure burning in his loins out weighed what he felt in his sinuses.

"Y-Yes...I like..claiming that cock…taking it..." Levi gasped as he felt his insides get warmer and warmer, his whole body burned with a heat only his wolf could build inside him. "I want to drain every last drop from it...I want it to fill me over and make me spill..." he gasped between words as he began to grind his hips against his lover's in a faster rhythm, loving how the other’s body felt against his.

Remi could feel the cat's unrelenting need for release, drowning out any of the man's pain or discomfort as he continued to fuck him with quick, hard thrusts. Levi, himself, became more and more dizzy, his head beginning to swim with the building desire and pleasure. Remi's matched with it’s own swirling thoughts between a mix of unhinged desires as well as the primal urge to allow the tickle and strain in his nostrils to have free reign.

"Ohh g-god, I'm gonna fuckin' blow again..." Remi warned as his nose starting to twitch and scrunch, causing Levi to pick up the pace even faster, both of them now desperate for a climax that seemed to be just out of their reach.

"Release, baby...let it out...go on.." Levi urged him on, his voice trembling with an unknown excitement as he continued to ride the pulsating length that assaulted into his prostate.

Remi's eyes snapped open and he let loose with a loud, powerful "HIH'IITSSCHU!" Splashing another cloud of sickness across his escalating lover, he lost all control of himself and was sent hurtling over the edge into oblivion, hitting his orgasm the same moment the sneeze rocked through his sinuses. The man filling the smaller's hole with his hot seed. As his body turned in on itself and shuddered uncontrollably from the pleasure coursing through him, Levi followed shortly in a succession of jolts, his own orgasm punching through him like an earthquake as his lover sprayed all over his delicate body.

They stayed there, connected in one for several passing moments. Yet, once their breathing had returned to normal, Remi felt his body heat up again. His skin was flushed and steamy from all the hot tub water and his hair was damp with sweat. He pulled back just slightly from Levi's embrace and looked down to meet his gaze. "Can we get out now? Starting to feel like a boiled egg in here after all that..." he chuckled sheepishly. Levi groaned with a certain tone of protest, leaning in to press more gentle kisses against his lover's neck.

"Hmm...we definitely can...but that doesn't mean I plan to stop..." the cat purred tauntingly crawling his way off the man and leisurely out of the tub. His body shuddered as it hit the cold tropic night air. Swiftly he grabbed one of the nearby towels and curled it around his body. "Chilly~" he giggled, grabbing the second towel and having it waiting for Remi to take as he too slid out of the heated water.

"Yeah it is..." he took a deep breath out wrapping himself up in the article of cloth. "Am I going to have to tie you up to a chair?" Remi laughed at his overtly excited mate who was already coming up to wrap his towel clad arms around the large man.

"Mmm, I might like that too much.." he teased, buzzing languidly as he ran his softened hands up and down the man's strong glistening arms.

"Hm? Then I guess you'll have to start being less of a perv, hm?" He teasingly bantered with the younger as a grin slipped over his mouth, wrapping a towel around his lower half, before leaning in to give the shorter man a loving kiss.

"Well that's just like asking me to stop having freckled skin...I can't!" Levi laughed, his body pressed closely into the taller man’s motions unable to keep his smiling at bay. Sweetly nuzzling against his chest before turning his head back to look up at the man.

"Yeah...I guess you're right." Remi couldn't help but match the other's loving gaze as he slowly coaxed the drunk leopard inside. "Oh hey...we should probably order some dinner here, I'm feeling at least well enough right now for a good meal.." the wolf spoke genuinely as he picked up the room service menu mulling over the varying options available to them.

"If they have sushi, I want some," Levi hiccupped slightly as he began to messily dig through his and Remi’s suitcases.

"Yeah, Yeah, scales for you, steak for me.." writing down their order on a notepad while he continued to browse their options, simply unaware of the mess his little cat was making of their things.

"And have them send up another one of those fish bowls.." he wobbled about as he plucked a handful of clothes into his palm with his toiletries and headed towards the bathroom.

"Cause you need another one of those, hm?" Teasing the leopard who stumbled about, quickly turning to lock eyes and stick his tongue out at the man.

"I do....to wash down the sushi," he winked with a cheeky grin before quickly disappearing into the washroom.

Remi laughed at the sight, shaking his head as he picked up the phone to order their dinner. His body still fought against the cold chill that was racking through every cell in his body, but he battled through it, picking up the room phone and reaching the line to room service. "Room Service how can we help?"

Remi clears his throat to make sure he can get through it without giving in to his internal struggles against his raging sickness. "Yeah, can I order a plate of steak, rare, and I mean rare, if it's not done right, I will send it back..." He warned harshly through the very silent line. "For the sides, I don't want any of that rabbit food shit, I want two fully loaded baked potatoes," he almost sounded pre-irritated as if they had just presented him the menu noted green beans, twice. Taking a deep breath to try and center himself.

"And then I'm also gonna need... a Shrimp tempura roll, a Dragon Roll, a Spicy Salmon Roll, and double tuna Sashimi," As he placed the order, there was an almost instantaneous build up of pressure from within him that seemed like it had to be released. He held back long enough to finish the rest of what he needed to for the order. "Another one of those...like..really big fucking drinks...thanks....bye," he quickly slammed the phone down and then allowed himself the freedom he so desired. "Hah'TSCHUU! Hh'iitschuu!" he sneezed unrestrained, loudly as it echoed the chamber of the bungalow.

He grumbled feeling like he just got hit by a sack of bricks now, sitting up in the bed rubbing his nose roughly as if trying to scratch the damn thing right off his face. His nostrils were so leaky, and his head was so hot, as if the very air around him was fueling the very fire that raged, more and more each minute. He let out a low groan, pulling his head back in frustration before taking a deep breath and rubbing his nose slowly between two fingers in a circular motion, trying to rid of all the congestion within him. His eyes squinted with satisfaction at the relief he got from this simple action, but it was still hard for him to focus on anything else other than how irritated he felt, looking around the room with watery vision as small streams of tears rolled down his swollen emerald orbs.

Just as he was about to lay down in defeat, feeling a bit relieved after the sneezing fit, Levi slowly sashayed out of the bathroom. Remi felt his breath catch in his throat and all his woes seemed to melt away as he saw Levi wearing nothing else but his favorite Guardin shirt, black with a pink circle, and a little alien dude holding a balloon. It was the wolf’s favorite shirt. Walking out seductively, slowly, with short but somehow, the illusion of slender length, legs carried him across the room with the most alluring little dance. His hips swayed delicately back, and forth moving with grace like precision.

The wolf couldn't help but smile widely at the scene, feeling a bit distracted from his current status of illness. Levi smiled devilishly at him and wiggled his eyebrows before striding over to him and planting a passionate kiss on Remi's lips, stealing away the last traces of cold that had been lingering around them earlier. They broke away, before the leopard placed a hand on his flushing chest. "Oh baby..you're burning up..." he stood back and swiped his palm over the male's forehead. "Maybe I should call room service, see if they have any cold meds," he nodded confidently standing up now to rush toward the bathroom. Remi deflating as the man left his side, almost as if his little leopard was cure enough, spoiler, it wasn’t. He was fooling himself to think it wouldn’t stand in the way of their good time, right?

Levi acquired a hand towel and soaked it through with hot water, before squeezing the excess liquid out. As the white haired man returned to his lover's bed side, Remi reached a hand out to touch his mate's wrist. "Don't call them, they'll be here to deliver dinner soon...just ask 'em then," he smiled sweetly, hoping to ease some of the steps the cat would have to take in order to help him.

"I will definitely do that....now lay back so I can put this hot towel on your sinuses....maybe it'll help clear them up a bit," he laid a hand on Remi's chest, helping him lean back against the headboard and a couple of perfectly stuffed pillows.

"H-huh," he made a sound of hesitation, but he didn't resist as he cocked his head up and let the cat help him lean back, resting against the pillows. He felt an immediate difference in the air as Levi lifted it over his face, the slightly coarse material, the warmth radiating from it. He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the sudden release from behind his eyes already.

"Is that ok, baby? It feels good, doesn't it?" he asked softly, pressing the towel gently against his forehead.

"Mm...mmm..." he hummed with a deep grumble as he felt a gentle stream of warmth trickle down his face, neck and chest from the towel draped over him. He smiled warmly before he reached out and firmly clasped Levi's hand in his own.

The smaller smiled in response, letting his mate hold onto him for a few brief minutes, but soon found himself having to pull away. There was a gentle series of knocks at the door, indicating to him that room service was here with the meals that Remi had ordered.

"I'll get that," he quickly strode over to the door, his fingers hesitant to flutter away from his mate's, but releasing anyway and moving with purpose to let the server in. "Hello!" he smiled warmly at the young man with one very large bamboo tray adorned with everything they ordered, in one strong hand. Levi was actually pretty impressed by this but shook it off in order to help the man place the tray on top of the dining table.

"Hello, we have the Sushi, Sashimi, and Steak with two potatoes...oh as well as another large drink," he smiled anxiously at the small white haired man reading off their order, praying everything looked and sounded correct.

"Awesome! Thank you so much..." Levi clapped his hands together happily, momentarily he almost completely forgot he had another quest for the staff. Drooling and ogling over the fresh fish in front of him.

"My Pleasure...can I get you anything else?" the cat quickly shook his head to snap himself back to reality and nodded it instead, ripping his gaze off the delicacy before him and bringing attention back to his partner’s needs.

"Yes actually! Do you guys have any cold medicine perhaps?" biting his lower lip, hoping he wouldn't hear the word no.

"Oh, Uh, Yes, we can provide that for you, just give me a bit and I'll bring that back," the server replied thoughtfully with a smile, bowing once before taking his leave to return with what was requested.

Levi let out a sigh of relief, his mind already envisioning himself enjoying the ocean side feast before him. He turned back to Remi with a toothy grin on his face, glowing underneath the dim lighting of their rental, "Looks like we're having a feast tonight, baby!" he exclaimed, grabbing a set of chopsticks and digging in without a moments notice, slurping his drink in between shoving rolls down his open maw.

Remi smiled weakly, surpressing a laugh, knowing it would only stir up trouble at this point. Regardless, he was happy to see his mate enjoying himself, but just feeling too sick to partake. He let out a soft cough, hoping to clear his throat before speaking up, "You go ahead and enjoy, kitten. I don't think I can eat much tonight after all…" he said softly, his voice hoarse and weak.

Levi swallowed his current mouth full, immediately put down his chopsticks, and snapped his head over to look at the sickly man. There was concern written across his freckled features, and soon found himself rushing back to Remi's side. "Oh baby, are you feeling worse? Let me get you some water…” his hand sweetly brushing bits of hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes before rushing towards the mini bar. He grabbed one of the many complementary water bottles off the small wood counter top, considering possibly taking a cold one as well from their tiny fridge. Yet decided against it, knowing room temp was better for hydrating.

Remi nodded weakly, feeling grateful for his boyfriend's concern. He watched closely as Levi rushed around the room, gathering the supply to help ease his discomfort. He felt a sudden rush of affection wash over him for the leopard, just so blown away by how this amazing man was all his, and always so quick to drop his own needs and wants...just for him. Silly little him.

Shortly, Levi returned to his side with the bottle of water, "Here you go, my love," the leopard smiled brightly with accomplishment. Remi quickly cracked open the lid and took a sip, soothed by the liquid that slid down his dry throat. He smiled gratefully at his mate, feeling that same familiar warmth spread through his chest at the sight of Levi's doting expression.

"Thanks, kitten," he responded softly, tired emerald orbs still gazing lovingly up at his favorite freckled face.

"No problem, baby. Just rest and let me take care of you," Levi replied, settling back onto the bed and pulling Remi into his arms. The wolf hummed gently, feeling so incredibly close, and loved by his little cat. His hands, roaming, clammy long finger tips gliding up the large shirt to feel the hot, smooth flesh of his mate's sides.

"Mmm...I don't wanna rest..." Remi murmured softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of Levi's neck. His hands trailed down to the hem of Levi's shirt, tugging at it gently. "I wanna play with you," he mumbled with a coarse tone, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to forget about this damn cold," The words came out low from within his throat, almost reaching those ever so feral levels that drove the leopard absolutely wild.

Levi's breath hitched as his mate's words reached his ears. Desire flared up within his intoxicated body, and he wouldn’t even consider resisting the prominent urges that now fluttered to the surface. All he could do was wordlessly nod his head. That was all Levi needed to do to sign away the chains holding Remi back, the wolf consumed him. Pushing away the persistent prickles, and stings that loosely passed over him.

Immediately the wolf hovered the smaller cat, looming over him like an eclipse as his pounding head dipped to meet his mouth at Levi’s own. Their kiss was messy, and brief, the larger had other plans as he placed rough, nips down the other’s jawline, willing away his symptoms, when he paused at the crook where jaw meets neck. He bit down with a feral force, urging a pained yelp from his lover, that followed with a shudder and twitch of his slender hips. “A-ah~” he gasped under him.

Pressing further into his mate, Remi felt himself slipping out of control as he tried to resist the urge to rip his boyfriend open from the sure passion of it all. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. The larger’s strong fingers slid with feather light touch down the sides of his lover’s freckled arms before roughly capturing his wrists and forcing them over the leopard’s head. Levi shuddered, his body squirming below, anticipating every crack through the wolf’s sanity. Small lines of crimson liquid trailed down his neck, under the collar of the shirt he borrowed. It made him shudder.

Remi’s jaw unhinged, he finally pulled back a few inches to take a long look at the bleeding, swollen and bright red mark of his teeth that now stained the cat’s delicate flesh. “I’m trying…so fucking hard…not to just devour you whole,” licking his teeth clean but unable to find authority over the blood that began to pool from under his tongue, his now glowing green gaze baring down on the smaller. Somehow, the dark circles, and the sunken look across Remi’s sickly features only made him look more dangerous. “Aren’t you scared?” Lifting a brow, testing the man as his chest heaved above.

Levi could only crack a devious smile, pulling his swollen lips up before he responded with a sultry velvet tone. “Absolutely,” his heart racing a million miles per second, there was always some percentage of danger being intimate with a mentally unhinged shifter. Especially one so powerful like Remi, and that was all the more why the cat could never get enough. Treading that fine line of insanity as regular as he could, his lover was his own brand of drug. The high of being so passionately in love with someone so unbelievably dangerous, knowing their own desires for you out weigh their animalistic urges…the leopard thrived off it.

Remi’s hands squeezed tightly, closing the pressure of Levi’s breath as it caught, the cat made a struggled sound, but his eyes never left those daunting emeralds. “I could kill you…just snap your fucking neck right now….” There was something completely different tonight, it excited the cat, it left him feeling delirious as his hips lifted trying to brush his completely stiffened length into the other, just an inch shy of real friction. Remi’s upper lip twitched, lifting once, twice, before it turned into a full grin at his little cat’s responses. “You’re so fucking naughty, aren’t you? Needlessly trying to rut your little cock on me, while I threaten to end your very existence….” His chuckle came out in a gasp of hot air across the leopard’s blushing cheeks, his mouth falling open at the lack of oxygen, and the increase of desire.

The only response he could possibly return with was a very stiff nod. His crystal blues now leaking through his overwhelmed ducts, vision blurred as it filled with tears. Instinctively, Levi wrapped his thin legs around his boyfriend, pressing them together, feeling Remi’s solid girth through the fabric of the trunks he fell asleep in.

“My god…you drive me insane,” his voice strained as he gritted his teeth together, he couldn’t get enough of his desperate little kitten’s advances and sounds. It was making the task of trying to remain in control of himself, difficult. “Open your legs,” he growled, the sound of it could make a grown man tremble. Levi took no time to oblige his demands as he unhooked his legs from around the wolf’s hips to now spreading himself wide at his pleasure. “I’m not going to be fuckin’ nice to you, understood? I need a real distraction..I need to lose control…” giving Levi his final warning, he loosened the strength in his hands to give the cat a chance to turn back, speak now, or be in a wheelchair tomorrow.

“Use me,” was all he could manage through his sore throat before Remi quickly pulled himself out of his trunks and angled his now bare cock back to his previous position.

“Remember, you had your chance,” the darkness returning in his voice as he now took both of Levi’s wrists in one feral gripped hand shoved against the headboard. The cat dare not close his legs, they trembled as he anticipated the sharp sting that would soon penetrate him. Levi looked up at his lust driven mate, the slits of his eyes almost completely gone as splats of blood fell from his mouth and onto the man below.

Using this to his advantage, Remi pursed his lips and allowed a stream of blood and saliva to cascade between them and down his twitching length. In a few short seconds, without warning or any time to prepare himself, he felt Remi’s hardened cock force its way inside him. “A-aah!! Nngh..” the leopard struggled behind Remi’s returned force against his neck, familiar fingers tightened on his wind pipe.

“Fffff…” the wolf grunted snapping his hips in a desperate and uncontrolled rhythmic fashion, the sound of slapping skin echoed around them and he found it only encouraged him. The headboard slammed obnoxiously against the wall, leaving blackened lines across the material, but neither of them gave a shit. Levi’s head fell back with a hard *THUNK* against the wood, ocean blues fighting to stay open as they gazed up at Remi.

“Don’t fucking look at me,” he hissed almost angrily, one hand coming off his neck to push the side of his face away and down, his thumb forcing it’s way inside the cat’s open drooling mouth. “If I see that god damn look on your face, it’ll make me want to be nice to you,” shoveling his hips deep within Levi’s tightened walls. “And I don’t wanna be fuckin nice to you right now…” should he feel guilty for treating the love of his life like an old dirty sock? Probably. He didn’t though. He knew how deeply masochistic the little cat was. Truthfully, the only person on this planet that could probably handle a true unhinged dicking from the wolf.

Levi whimpered as his head was forced to the side, his skin littered in goosebumps as his mate completely took over him. He felt like a hole, Remi’s hole, it fueled him, it caused him to push his hips upward to match every thrust slammed upon him. His lips closed around the man’s thumb, sucking as he tried to keep a steady breath through his nose, despite there still being one hand on his throat for the large wolf’s leverage.

“You’re mine….all mine…for whatever I fucking say,” feral words dripped through his lips as he huffed through his open bleeding mouth, staining both their skin as his nostrils were still blocked by the illness that lived inside him. His urges burned through them, all he could feel now was the full desire to claim the cat. Levi continued to suckle, and lap at Remi’s gripping thumb while he felt the assault of rough and sporadic snaps of his lover’s haunches. The larger struck his prostate, over, and over. Each time the cat let out a small strangled squeak, his ocean eyes having rolled back long ago. He felt himself reaching his limits, closer and closer, starting to fall off rhythm the more he could taste it.

“That gonna make you cum? Huh? S’that how fucking desperate you are?” Berating his little toy, feeling entirely satisfied by the very distinctively pleased reactions he was receiving. Remi shot his hips forward again, his hands pressing Levi down into the mattress as he relentlessly snapped inside of him. It was overwhelming, naturally, the leopard caved into his needs, a stream of hot seed shot straight onto Levi’s exposed stomach, just barely missing the misplaced shirt he still adorned. He tried to cry out but alas, his mouth only opened and the best he could do was a high pitched gag as his body spasmed underneath the stronger of the two.

Remi found himself trying to desperately rip his attention off how completely desirable his little mate looked spilling over the edge. He was so god damn submissive for him, it only increased the urges inside him, his hands quickly let go of the cat, and slapped against his thighs. Hiking his hips upward, he used the bit of strength he had left to flip the leopard over onto his stomach now, pulling his ass upward by his right hand hip, his length never slipping out. “My turn,” licking his lips, only to smear crimson across the lines of his mouth. While his right grip stayed to keep the cat’s hips aligned, his left took a fistful of Levi’s wet strands of hair and shoved the man’s face viciously into the pillow.

He worked at a much more desperate, and untamed pace, driving his cock inside the cat at an almost impossible rate. His ear drums rang and his skin shivered as he heard the muffled cries of the tortured leopard. “Mmhmm…take that dick…I’m not stoppin’ til I fill that slut hole,” Remi’s voice rang through Levi’s deepened core, his body was shaking underneath as he maintained the forced arch of his body, working his thighs to push his ass into every harsh pound. “You’ve been so bad today….” He grunted, feeling his groin boil. “Teasing me with this sudden desire for my cold…” another aggressively huffed expression of primal thought. “Where’s that been, huh?” Gripping the man’s hair tighter as he pulled him up to whisper in his ear. “You’ve been holding back on your Master, do you forget I own you? I own your lust, your desires…” nipping, pulling at Levi’s lobe. The cat shivered below him and whimpered in response, uncertain he could speak clearly as he was driven into between each word.

“I-I…di-didn’t know…it-it c-could…” he hesitated, he struggled to proceed. Remi’s grip tightened and he snarled into the side of the cat’s sweating temple now.

“Ca-ca Could?? Could what? Spit it out,” barking his commands with a harsh impatience, his hips only turning more and more desperate left with this cliff hanger of thought.

“Feel so good…it felt so good…” he gasped finding the train of thought he was losing under Remi’s thrusts.

“What. Did?” He spaced the words out dangerously, his palm sitting now under Levi’s chin, fingers wrapped loosely around his cheeks.

“It felt so fucking good when you sneezed on me…I couldn’t help it…please…” the white haired man practically sobbed in between his breathless moans as he confessed his latest discovery. Remi lost all his sense of restriction as his mouth opened wide, pressing his head against the side of his mate’s as he slammed himself forward one last time, nearly blacking out as he hit his orgasm.

“Sshhhee-sus..fuckin….Christ,” he grunted as he sputtered wildly into his boyfriend’s hole, spilling over his load with his haunches twitching and pausing between pumps.

Levi's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt warm liquid hit the walls of his entrance, it caused a shiver to roll down the middle of his spine, his whole body quaking at the feeling of being so full “S-So good…”

"Unbelievably ..." Remi smirked with another huff of breath releasing the frail leopard from his vice tight grips, and allowing each other to just collapse in a heap on the bed. The wolf rolling to his back, and Levi rolling to join him on his chest.

"Good distraction?" Levi giggled playfully unbothered by the mess he was covered in, just wanting to be close to his lover at this moment after such an intense session. Remi labored to catch up to a regular pace of breathing, still struggling to do so out his nose. Finding that the second his animalistic urges had settled, his symptoms came rising back to the surface. His nose twitched, scrunched and he tried to just push it away from his center of attention. It failed.

"I'm feeling better alre-...h..hiH'ITTSSCHU!" his cold unrelenting as a forceful sneeze over-powered his exhausted strength. “Shord libed….” He mumbled with defeat as he slid his hand over his aching nostrils.

“Oh you poor thing…can’t catch a break…” clicking his tongue, despite his body screaming in protest, the leopard slid out of his lover’s grasp and moved out of bed. “Where is that-….” The phone rang suddenly and the cat almost jumped out of his skin. He turned swiftly and picked up the phone to answer. “Hello?”

“Hi there, just wanted to let you know, our staff member felt you might have been busy, so he left your order at the door for your convenience,” Levi blushed brightly realizing that the young man probably heard some very suggestive sounds coming from their room when he approached.

“O-Oh! Thank you! Appreciate it!” Hanging out shortly with embarrassment. “Shit, I think the room service boy heard us fucking…” he bit his lip sheepishly to look over at Remi now that, despite fighting a leaking nose and his itching eyes, chuckled.

“Good for hib,” scoffing pridefully now turning his attention to trying to relocate that wet rag from early…considering using it to clean up his suffering nose.

Levi narrowed his eyes and huffed, but feeling a slight twinge of lust prickle at his blood stream while he carried himself to the door, he flung it open and there was a small bag waiting for him outside. “Ah! Perfect,” he picked it off the ground and closed the door behind him, immediately scrounging through the contents. “There’s some Tylenol severe cold and flu in here, think that’ll work? Cough drops…tissues…nasal spray! Ooo,” inching closer to the bed as he rummaged through the bag.

“All ob id sounds abading…” Remi huffed having found the towelette and using it to nurse his swollen face despite it being beyond cold now. Levi looked up and furrowed his brows again, quickly snatching the old towel from his mate’s grasp.

“Use real tissues, this thing is gross now,” he tsked his lover before handing him the sack of supplies. “Take some meds, and blow your nose a bit okay?” Levi now sitting himself on the edge of the bed, feeling uncomfortable as he was becoming more self aware of the sticky situation on his skin.

“Can’d you helb me?” The wolf looked up at him with pathetic eyes, now a much different man than he was but 5 minutes ago. It melted the heart strings within Levi’s tender heart and he could only smile sweetly in response, deciding he could put off his comfort for a tad bit longer as he nursed his mate into bed.

“Of course, baby, of course,” leaning down to kiss Remi’s forehead, taking the bag back now he began to distribute the Tylenol to him, grabbing the bottle of water off the night stand to hand over. “Here, take two,” he instructed, and while the wolf obeyed his little medical assistant, Levi took the package of tissues in his hand and peeled one out from the plastic with his other.

Remi tossed back the pills, and slugged down a few gulps of water, more than necessary, he didn’t realize how dehydrated he actually was til now. “Thang you…” he gasped as he twisted the lid back onto the bottle.

“No problem, sweetie, now I’m gonna need you to blow when I say so okay?” He spoke gently, lovingly, the tissue in his hand perfectly scrunched to fit over the entirety of Remi’s reddened nose. Once he was sure it was fastened snuggly where it needed to be, he pinched one nostril closed and nodded his head. “Blow,” the wolf allowed himself to force the sick out from his left hand nostril with a loud sound. It broke the barrier of silence that had settled over the room, while the cat scooped out whatever was pushed out. Balling that tissue up in a calculated fashion to avoid getting any ick on his fingers, Levi tossed it to the nearby can, making it in. “Score,” he grinned over at the wolf with a cheeky wink.

Remi breathlessly chuckled at his little cat’s playful demeanor, always making light of a sickly situation. Levi then pulled another square of tissue out from it’s packaging and once again, cupped it against Remi’s slowly clearly nose. “Okay last one,” the smaller coaxed, pinching the now clear nostril, the ravenette mustered up a deep breath before he allowed himself to clear the second nostril out with another wet and loud, “FFFFHHHKK,” god that felt so good. It was almost as satisfying as the orgasm he just had. “God damn…” he grumbled hoarsely while Levi swiped and pinched any left over mess off him. “Thanks, kitten,” he huffed, voice cleared as he reached over, grabbing the water once more to take another hydrating gulp.

“You’re Welcome, Acushla,” working to clean up the mess of tissues and find his footing on the ground again. “Im gonna throw this away….clean up, and then you wanna watch something before we go to bed?” He spoke casually but still with that same aura of compassion as his eyes sparkled towards his mate.

“You gonna take another shower?” Remi asked curiously as he sat up and his eyebrows lifted over his eyes as he searched over the leopard’s standing frame.

“Yeah, why?” Levi looking just as curiously over at his boyfriend.

“Can I join? I’m kind of a mess over here…” he chuckled and gestures towards his body that was covered in varying substances.

“Absolutely, we’ll get cleaned up, and spend the rest of the night cuddling with some Princess Bride, how about that?” Remi for the first time since they’d been there, lit up with excitement.

“Deal!” Despite the fever raging through him, and his body being even more sore than he started that day, he really was having a good time with his mate. Though the memories are covered in sick, they’ll always look back on these days together, and remember despite the obstacles, they always made the best of it, and they always would.

The End

Author’s Notes: I’m sorry this took so long, I’m back at work, and my boss really said 🖕🏻 sticking me with crazy long shifts, exhausting me past writing more than a few paragraphs. PHEWWWWW Did you expect the twists? Just a smidge of alcohol and the leopard suddenly catches a Snz Fet 🥵🥵🥵 Oops. Hope you guys enjoyed it took a lot out of me 🤫😂

[selene-and-the-cold]

You know those movies or series where some 19th century or early 20th century scientists accidentally travel back in time or discover an unknown continent where dinosaurs still exist? So they have to fight dinosaurs, the elements and really struggle to survive in this unknown world?

That, only with one of them coming down with the most dreadful cold, or being injured and suffering from a high fever (or both, why not be greedy while I'm at it ^^)...

[pixelatedraindrops]

Another RainCode edit comic thing.

TW // Sneezing/Snz 🤧💦

(idk if its a trigger for people, but just in case you're not into that)

Also just to be safe:

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG TO NON SNZ BLOGS

Yuma catches a nasty cold 🤧💦

I've given this boy enough fevers. (well he still has one but that's not the MAIN issue here) Made a small lazy edit comic outta my most recent sprite edits. (also my very poor attempt to make him look wet from the rain by darkening his hair and clothes and adding some...well very poorly drawn water droplets x-x)

After entering the base and removing his raincoat, the small soaked detective lets out a loud and wet sneeze. The city's gloomy rain really did a number on him due to the rotten luck of him losing his hat, resulting in the rain downpouring onto him. He ends up with an awful cold by the time he returns to base, his nose running, bright red and stuffed to the point that his voice becomes nasally. (as I said before, kanai ward rain probably gives people much harsher colds)

Yakou really has his work cut out for him looking after this sopping wet tissue of a trainee💦 But he's happy to do it. Its his job as chief to look after those in his agency. The sub will eventually be littered in tissues... ;w; (and everyone else in the agency will have to wear a mask when inside.)

I LIKE HOW I SAID IM NOT THAT INTO SNZ BUT I WANTED TO TRY MY HAND AT EDITING IT ANYWAY...

Man idk, after reading more sicknario prompts here, I suddenly wanted to see him all messed up being all wet from both the rain AND a drippy cold at the same time at least once… x’D The absolute WETTEST of wetcats. poor baby ;-; literal wet tissue

(not even my first time experimenting w snz, I kinda made another one here months ago)

[kawaii-kushami]

why you (as an adult snz/whump fan) should get into ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴋᴀᴍᴜʏ

(excuse the weird text i’m attempting to avoid my posts coming up in search results while still being legible)

PLOT SUMMARY:

early 1900s historical ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ (the ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ is better, the ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ is still ongoing) about a race between different factions with very different motivations to find a large amount of gold. there is a code they must crack to find the location of the gold--but the code is tattooed into 24 different escaped prisoners’ skin, so first they must track down all the prisoners/skins.

GENRE:

ꜱᴇɪɴᴇɴ (i would not recommend this series to minors there are dicks in it), adventure, comedy, historical, culinary...

ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ/ʀɢɢ

YOU MIGHT LIKE THIS IF YOU ALSO LIKE:

ᴊᴏᴊᴏ'ꜱ ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ

ᴅᴏʀᴏʜᴇᴅᴏʀᴏ

WHY I THINK THERE IS SO MUCH SNZ/WHUMP POTENTIAL:

since the cast is full of soldiers and veterans and prisoners, everyone has trauma (hurt/comfort potential)

everyone is fighting and getting injured constantly (whump potential)

the series takes place entirely in northern ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ and ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀ-- it is all snowy and cold throughout most of the series (illness potential)(think of huddling for warmth. theres so much to work with)

it’s a historical fiction so they often have poor access to medical help (increased suffering/whump potential)

the cast is very big so if you want buff ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ men (the cast is largely just adult men) to torture you have a large amount to choose from!

CONTENT WARNINGS:

i have to say right off the bat that there is a lot of weird and morally grey shit in this series

the cast is full of military vets and murderers, so you have to go into it with a “who’s your favorite criminal” rather than “who’s the least problematic” mindset

it takes place during japan’s imperialist period so a lot of the cast are members of the imperial army (however the writing does not condone them/treat their actions as justified and there are a number of plot points used to criticize the army)

human skins are a huge part of the plot

there is a lot of weird toilet and sex humor and general wackiness

there is a lot of animal hunting and death due to the setting/time period

there is also human death and murder

most of the cast has a lot of trauma especially relating to themes of family

...that being said, the amount of weird humor balances out how dark it can get pretty well.

if you have any questions about specific content warnings or literally anything else you are very welcome to message me!!

[ohgodimafraud]

egg on my face (t//diapt, m/aou)

summary: m/aou is sick in this one. a/lciel and l/ucifer are there too.

minors, do not interact. also this is a sneeze fetish story

Nothing heightened the misery of having a cold quite like being caught in the rain. It was bad enough getting sent home an hour early when his manager had determined he was too sick to finish his shift, but now Maou had to make his way back through this downpour. He’d tried valiantly to power through his shift, he’d even put on a mask, but towards the end of his shift it’d become visibly soaked through and when his manager insisted that he leave early , he’d tossed it in the garbage on his way out.

Though it hadn’t been a cold day, the wind added an additional layer of discomfort to his plight. By the time he had mounted his trusty steed Dullahan bike, he was certain that there wasn't a single dry patch of fabric on his clothes. He gave his nose a final blow into a tissue that was just as wet as the rest of him before trekking home.

He’d made it a block before he had to pull over. “Hyhh’SCHHuh! hh-haHDTSHhh’ieww!” He crumpled forward as the sneezes wracked through him. Now that he was outside he didn’t have to worry about covering. Ashiya was going to have a conniption, but even witnessing that would be preferable to his current plight; this cold seemed to have taken root in his nose and no amount of sneezing brought more than a few moments of reprieve. 

“hahh…hedtzSHhue! Hhh…hahH…” Even worse than the interruption of sneezing was the struggle of being stuck between sneezing and not sneezing. Desperate for any amount of release, he barbarically scrubbed at the tender underside nose with his fist. A moan escaped him as the tickle withdrew and he was able to ride on at least a few more blocks before his cold retaliated.

“ehIYSHChh’u! ihh…h’iESHhhhu! Ugh…” He broke into a coughing fit and dismounted, figuring it’d be not only faster to simply walk Dullahan back, but safer for himself and others around him. Sometimes he could keep himself from sneezing, but there was no stopping his eyes from watering or his chest from spasming with the ambush of a coughing fit. At least Emi wasn’t around to rub his misery in his face—evidently she hadn’t stalked him enough today to factor in his leaving early. Chiho wasn’t on tonight’s shift either, but he reasoned that was for the best; he didn’t need to burden her any further.

“How the hell do people live like this?” he muttered under his breath as thunder boomed in the distance. Human bodies suck. He’d been shivering for hours, but the rain was only making it worse to the point where it was necessary to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. The sneezing and sniffling and shivering was annoying, but it was far from the worst of his struggles; the tag team tormenting him the most consisted of the headache—which had turned from persistent and dull to throbbing and obnoxious—and the pulsing ache in his legs. Together they not only left him weak, but created a sadistic symphony with each step.

By the time he made it home, his shoes were flooded, every limb was aching and for the first time since the winter, he wished he and Ashiya had splurged on futons. As soon as he opened the door he let out a sigh and with his defenses down, a coughing fit overtook him and had him bending at the waist. Water dripped onto the floor as Ashiya grasped his shoulders and steadied him. 

“You’re home earl—Hey! You told me that you’d gotten a new umbrella, sire!” he bemoaned, gesturing wildly at his sodden state.

“Idt’s ndot like idt would’ve mbade mbuhh…waidt, waihht…” Maou’s face crumpled as he tried to focus on urging along the sneeze. Finally the slow inhale he’d initiated caught and it was enough to give him the release he needed from the buzzing in his nose. He managed to direct the onslaught into the direction of his shoulder at the last minute. “ahh…hgKtSHhyyuh!”

Urushihara chimed in from the closet. “You really should cover your nose and mouth.”

“Ignore him!” Ashiya yelled, slightly tightening his grip on Maou’s shoulders.

“I could’dt really move my arms.” Before Maou could get another word out, his chest burned and he twisted away to cough. There was no hope of finishing his sentence now, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. 

“My apologies.” Ashiya released his grip and looked on in concern. “You are all wet. Please change to dry clothes before you catch your death. Dinner will be ready soon.” He gestured to the pot on the stove before storming over to the closet and yanked Usushihara out by the collar of his shirt and dropped him on the floor. 

“What the hell?” Urushihara whined upon impact. He rubbed his elbow. “What if the computer fell too, dude?” 

“Silence!” Ashiya pulled a towel from the closet. “Can’t you see that his majesty isn’t well?

“You could just say excuse me!” 

“And just where did that bag of chips come from?” Ashiya screamed, pointing at the top shelf. 

“Wha—? It—”

“HehdtSHhhu!” Maou sneezed and looked around for a tissue. Before he grabbed a handful of tissues along with the towel, Ashiya glared threateningly and pointed at Urushihara. In response, Urushihara subtly moved a spare towel over his snacks. 

“ehdTShhhu! hehh…ah…TzZShhu!” He scrubbed at his nose with the tissue as a buffer. “HRSShhu!” 

“Dude you should’ve just called out,” Urushihara said as he dusted himself off and climbed back to his favorite shelf. “You look terrible. And, y’know sound terrible.”

“Maybe he wouldn’t have to work so often if you weren’t constantly draining our funds!” 

“huh’eDtSHhhu!” Maou interjected again with a final sneeze. He let out a groan and sniffled from behind the tissues. “Guys, please. Mby head is poud’igg.”

Ashiya sighed and pressed his palm to Maou’s forehead. “You have a fever, sire. You must rest or you’ll end up in the hospital again.” 

“That timbe didn’dt coundt,” Maou complained before blowing his nose again.  

“Please lie down. I’ll have dinner ready shortly.” 

Maou laid on his side, back cracking as he curled into himself. The shivering was far too familiar, and then he vaguely realized Ashiya had draped something cool and wet over his forehead. 

“Didja crack a’dd egg?”

“It’s a wet cloth, why would I—” Ashiya cut himself off with a sigh. Why would that be your first guess? He managed to refrain from asking the question.

“You ki’dda just chucked it at me so. Plus it’s super wet.”

“We can’t afford to be throwing our eggs around!” Ashiya shook his head. “My liege, that’s a makeshift compress for your fever. Does it feel better?”

“A little, I thi’gk.”

“He made me google cold remedies all day long, dude,” Urushihara said, opening the closet door a crack. A smirk ghosted his face as he added, “Then he started crying because there was no cure.”

“It’s astounding you’ve been allowed to live this long,” Ashiya hissed.

“Yeah, must be doing something right, huh?” 

Ashiya grabbed his shoe and threw it at Urushihara and he smiled at the slight thud of the impact once the shoe hit its target. Maou kept his eyes open long enough to catch a glance of his two roommates. “It’s no egg, but it will have to suffice.” He walked over to the kitchen. 

“Dude, seriously?” Urushihara complained. “That almost hit the screen.” He tossed the shoe back and went back to his laptop. 

Maou slept as Ashiya prepared his bowl, and as Ashiya looked over at him snoring and let him rest, and as he put his food in the fridge, and covered him with blankets, lying near his side for the remainder of the night.

[suddencolds]

hi hi vanessa! what anime have u been watching recently? looking for recs to kill some time (may or may not also be for fetish purposes ehehe)

Hi anon!!! This is such a fun question, and I'm sad to say you caught me at a time where I have a very boring answer to it T.T It's already late April, but I've finished a total of two (😭) animes this year. (So few, I know! I wish I had more to recommend you 💔)

Between work and everything else, it's just been a hectic time... (I also have a couple I have to get around to finishing 😭😭 I've been putting off watching the last few eps of J//JK s2, because the friends that I've watched the rest of s2 with have been busy. I also started Fri//eren back in January; I just haven't found time to get back to it 😵‍💫)

I did finish Cher//y Magic! 🍒 (Though if you're sending me this message, I feel like you probably have already seen it around?). It's such a cute, fluffy romance/slice of life, that—despite its fantastical premise—is actually quite grounded, imo... a very cozy watch overall <3

I've also been wanting to watch Shi//guang Dai//liren (Link Click) at some point! I was also talking about watching Sa//saki to Mi//yano with a friend (if you're reading this, hi!)

Anime-wise, I have nothing to offer you on the snz front 🙇‍♀️ I have been very bad about setting aside time for myself to watch things. BUT if you ever watch any of the aforementioned shows, and want to talk abt them with someone... or if you want to watch/read something with me book-club-style... please feel free to hit me up :D

[nametakensff]

In case anyone might be interested, I thought this scene of skinny, baby-faced JQ being concerned for his ill wife in H/owards E/nd was very nice

[thekinkyleopard]

Snzfire of Hostility

A Non-Canon Snz Series featuring; AlxKoxNai

Part 1 of ?

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Bullying, Sexual Harassment, Cursing, Snz Fet

Description: Draeko is the fresh meat at College, new in town, and at first the jocks Alistar and Kanai, don’t find much interest in him. Until they find out he’s rather a little factory of entertainment and fetish gold. What will become of them all?

Author’s Notes: I suck at descriptions w/e it’s gonna be good I promise! I can’t believe an Idea I had for Remi x Levi was best suited for y’all as an AlxKoxNai series 😭😂 you right tho….it would be better to see Al bully tf outta Drae >:) @aller-geez made the cover art and owns Draeko as well as Kanai!

“Down the hall to the right, out that door, across the atrium, building G, that’s where your first class is….from there ask your professor where your next class is,” the director spoke with a less than amused tone in his voice as the mint and pink haired male nodded swiftly.

“Yes, thank you!” Quickly he made haste, practically tripping over his own feet to avoid being too late and making a spectacle of himself upon entering the classroom. He skittered his way down the hall and out the door in order to reach the desired building. He witnessed the last person trickle through the door barely squeezing to a shut when Draeko caught hold of it, and swung open the door creeping inside, undetected by the other students as everyone was trying to cram into their seats. He took a deep breath and made his way to the front row. If he was going to finally take life seriously, be apart of society, he was going to get a good head start by sitting up front. This way he could retain information and hopefully stay focused.

The mutt slapped his bag down onto the ground and he slipped into his seat comfortably trying to avoid looking at anyone and making any sort of eye contact.

“Hey dude, you got an extra fuckin’ pencil?” the brightly colored male heard behind him, but not directed at him. He tuned in.

“Did you not bring a pencil, Donnie?” He heard a second, lighter but still deep voice answer the first back. Which then was followed by an agitated sounding scoff.

“Dude…don’t gimme a god damn lecture, do you have an extra pencil or NOT?” There was a sound of shuffling and unzipping as one could only assume the person being asked was at least actively looking to solve the other’s ailing needs.

“I do not,” the man responded gently after a few minutes of rustling went nowhere.

“Tch, useless,” A loud nasally sigh could be heard from behind Draeko, and before long a throat clearing itself.

“Hey kid,” now this, this sounded a lot more like it was being addressed to him this time. Drae’s body perked up, and slowly he turned his body to face the voice that had beckoned him.

“M-me?” He asked nervously, a very gentle pink hue spreading across his gentle cheeks.

“Yeah? Who the fuck else? You got an extra pencil ?” The red head looked him up and down, he seemed less than interested as he was only hoping for the solution to his ever continuing pencilless problem.

“I have mechanical or regular,” making quick work, the hybrid began to shuffle through his pencil box, pulling out two different writing utensils to present the red eyed student with.

“Shit kid you got options ?? Shoot me a mechanical…can I keep it?” Almost grinning ear to ear, he hadn’t really even expected the other to help him out let alone give him two choices, one being an elite choice.

“Sure,” the pastel colored male shrugged his shoulders and carelessly waved his hand about to emphasize it wasn’t a big deal, hand outstretched to hand him the writing instrument.

“Sweet, thanks,” the larger just barely lifted himself from his seat in order to take the pencil within his fingers and sat back down to examine it. Draeko, taking this time to nod and return to facing the front of the class.

It was then when the professor took her entrance upon the classroom and put her briefcase down onto her desk halfway across the room. “Good morning class! We have a new student today joining our class for the rest of the semester! Draeko Grey,” stepping over to his desk and showcasing him, the hybrid sinking where he sat, embarrassed by all the attention. “Anyway, make sure to make Draeko here feel welcome and don’t be rude to him,” she put her hand on his desk, and as she walked past him swiftly, the male caught a ticklish scent that slapped him in the face. It was almost instant the second it touched the vibrissae of his nostrils. “Hh’NDKT’ih!! K’GNSH’iiew!!” Sudden spurts of saliva came spewing from behind his lips dusting the desk underneath him. His throat itching as the scent of his Professor’s perfume suffocated him.

The red head behind him, was baring daggers into the back of his head. He leaned over and nudged his grey and navy colored friend. “You hear that?”

“Hm?” The friend responded almost disinterested, unknowing to why his buddy was bothering him in the first place.

“Did you hear /that/?” He asked pointing to the back of the mint and pink colored male that was audibly snuffling and snarfing, rubbing his nose across his jacket sleeve.

“Yes and?” he furrowed his brows and looked curiously over at his red headed mate.

“God you’re so unimaginative….” He raised his hand quickly as his ruby reds rolled with irritation.

“Yes Mr Satanos?” The educator paused from what she had been saying to acknowledge the man with his arm raised.

“Yeah can you come take a look at this part of my homework? Just want to make sure I did it right,” he did. He knew he did. Kanai did their homework for them so he of course knew that it wouldn’t be less than perfect. Yet, he needed to test a theory out.

“Can’t it wait Al?” She sighed almost to give Drae the impression the red head sitting behind him was a regular problem in this class.

“Look, If you don’t care whether I learn or fail, I suppose I don’t either,” tossing his hands up and slumping lazily back into his chair. She sighed, having been successfully manipulated, she started to close the distance between herself and the student that beckoned her. Slowly she crossed passed the new student and within seconds after she already walked by, the mutt was back at it. His nostrils tightening up, filling with mucus and the ticklish urge to spew outward.

“Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew!!” This time the loud kitten like sneeze made the educator nervous, turning around. Facing him, as the small student did his best to keep his mess to a minimum at best.

“Are you okay Mr Grey?” She asked nervously, hoping the new kid wasn’t waltzing in with a fresh virus and ready to spread it throughout the school.

“I- H’h…think it’s …Hh’…H’GXTSH!” He turned his head sharply to make sure he caught it in the crook of his arm instead of rudely onto his teacher. “Your perfume…Ma’am…H’KGXNT!” he whimpered, trying to stifle another into the palms of his hands. After getting himself more or less grounded, he began grabbing his backpack and quickly digging through it for a pack of tissues. Meanwhile the perpetrator to all this, grinning ear to ear.

“Bless you,” he licked his lips once over, sparkling darkened eyes while his heart raced at a million miles per minute. Fixated. The other, more stoic and silent male looking over at him with a raised brow and back at the mutt in front of them and back at his best friend. 

“Why are you asking for the teacher’s help? You had my help…I’m never wrong?” The Navy haired man sounded almost offended by the other’s response to ask for a homework check. How dare he?

“Shhhhutthefuckup,” The crimson eyed man growled low in his throat, quickly in one swift sentence in hopes the educator wouldn’t catch on to his antics.

“Shoot, I’m terribly sorry Draeko! I’ll make sure I don’t wear this scent again…” she shook her head, feeling absolutely terrible that her first time in her long career of teaching, she’d triggered a student with her perfume.

“T-thank y— K’GNSH’iiew!! You….” He sighed deeply after his face exploded with another kitten sneeze that echoed the whispering students. You could hear the congestion behind it as he only felt worse in each passing second. Drae was embarrassed beyond belief, his face bright red as he wished he could simply stick his head into the ground. Nostrils chapped from rubbing at them so roughly to rid his face of evidence.

“Bless you, Drae…anyways, Al, what is it?” She turned back around, unable to help out the student as of current and she could only juggle so much.

“Oh, uh nothing actually….Kanai took a look and he reassured me, everything was fine,” he grinned up at her, toothy and proud. She almost wanted to reach across the desk and strangle him with her own two bare hands.

“You’re such a-….” She bit her tongue , the professor stood straight, simply fixed her shirt and walked back to her desk. Unfortunately, having to waft another cloud of that horrendous odor that made the mutt’s throat itch. The red head snickered sadistically as he elbowed the one called, Kanai.

Drae was desperate to get his sinuses under control, but the lingering assaulting scent stubbornly gripped to the insides of his nasal walls. “H’..Ee.. ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!! ‘gNSH!” shoveling his face into the crook of his elbow he snuffled gently, his kittenish sounds drawing more and more attention to himself through the two mischievous men behind him. He heard them chuckling and whispering…he knew it was about him. He was flat out embarrassed that he couldn’t get a hold of himself.

“Mr. Grey would you like to step out for a moment?” The shit eating fire starter, rapidly raising his hand.

“Might I show the poor soul to the bathroom, Prof?” Drae turned around, with the end of his sleeve rubbing circles at his terribly afflicted nose. What was this guy’s angle? He had essentially made that woman walk by him in the first place…why was he helping now? He didn’t trust it, or him, for a second but, he wouldn’t be able to go to the restroom and find his way back WITHOUT help. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“If that’s okay with him, I don’t care what you do, Alistar,” ah, so that was the red head’s name. The mutt made note before nodding with his hand covering his leaking nose, voice muffled behind fabric.

“S’okay,” nodding his head before standing up, Al quickly following suit as he was first to start making the journey to the door.

“Come on pipsqueak, let’s get you cleaned up,” he flung a quick, strange glance at his stoic, unreadable navy haired friend, who simply nodded. Almost out of respect. Shortly after they were alone behind the door of their classroom and all the silence filled them. The only sounds were the echoing thud of Alistar’s leather clad boots, and the chains from his jeans jingling amongst each other. Drae took the time to get a good look at him, at least from behind and the side as much as he could. His hair was long, dark crimson, in a low ponytail…it looked like silk to him, he just wanted to reach out and touch it. He was weirdly beautiful despite the tattoos under his eyes. Almost added to the appeal one could say.

He didn’t say a word as they silently walked to the restroom. Once they arrived the clinking stopped, the thuds quieted and before the mutt could have a chance to register, he slammed into the back of the taller man, stammering backwards with an audible “oof— my bad…” Draeko chuckled nervously trying to gain some footing.

Slowly, the 6 foot classmate turned around and with a swift grab of the smaller’s hoodie collar, dragged them both inside the bathroom and slammed the other up against the entrance door. “Your bad indeed, look at you,” he took his index finger and roughly shoveled it up under Draeko’s dribbling nostrils, wiping the snot across his digit and wiping it carelessly across the front of the smaller student’s hoodie.

“Hey!” The mint and pink haired male’s eyebrows furrowed, his mint and grey colored eyes glaring daggers up at the other’s very intimating, yet expressionless face.

“Quiet,” Alistar barked, his voice booming with authority, it almost made Draeko melt like a puddle under the man’s grip. He would be lying if he said the crimson themed man wasn’t hotter than all hell as he pushed his dominance upon him. However, this was absurd! He barely knew this man! “I want more,” licking his thin, pierced lips, sucking inward and chewing on one of the long spikes there.

“I- I don’t have any left!” He stuttered pathetically, almost whining at the man with a panicked nature. His eyes scanned Al’s face for a sign of mercy anywhere on it. There wasn’t one.

“Bullshit, I know you can,” lifting his upper lip with impatient agitation he stepped closer into the smaller, his knee in between Draeko’s trembling legs.

“Seriously, I can’t! Let go of me and l-leave me alone you weirdo!” The mutt tried wiggling his way from under Al, but the man only shoved his hand against the mutt’s throat, to hold him in place against the door.

“No, actually I won’t leave you alone, what a stupid fuckin expectation to have of someone like me,” he scoffed with a loud psh that flung a few droplets of spit at Drae’s panicked features.

“What are you—“ when suddenly he found Al pulling out a few strands of his hair with a free hand, Draeko winced as the feeling of plucked strands left his head itchy, he frowned.

“Whatever I want,” Alistar answered before he was dragging the now lose strands of hair across the smaller’s sensitive nostrils, causing the hybrid to hitch, trying his best to swallow his breath. The red head narrowed his thin brows and squinted while moving in a few more inches, leaving no space between them. “Give in you stubborn little shit,” hissing behind gritting and grinding rows of teeth.

Draeko’s legs buckled underneath him as he trembled to keep himself from obeying, he didn’t want a stranger having complete power of him! That would be absurd! …and yet he couldn’t seem to keep it down as the thin hairs tortured his nose. “P-please…” he whimpered weakly, his watering eyes crossed as they looked between at the assault going on. “Ihh’gxxnt’iiew!!” He blew across Al’s tickling fingers, and his closed in face, taking the older student by surprise, but he grinned non the less. Licking the wet spots that had touch around his mouth.

“That’s so fucking good…” he groaned, low, animalistic and husky, the red head’s voice almost like a soft silk across one’s ear drums.

“Pl-please stop…class is..g-gonna end,” tears fell through the squeezed flesh of Drae’s crying, squinting eyes. He couldn’t control his facilities and he certainly couldn’t stop himself from giving into the red head’s motions.

“One more..” Al licked his lips predatorily, releasing his grip on the mutt’s neck, certain there was nothing he could do to escape this position anyway. He brushed his palm up against his cheek.

“I—“ Still protesting against Alistar’s movements, he twitched, and his head moved to avoid the other’s gentle caress.

“ONE. More.” This time the voice that came out of the crimson eyed man was less than patient, less than enthusiastic and less than tolerant of Draeko’s behavior. He brought up his hand and began to tickle and rub Drae’s sensitive nostrils with the flattened print of his thumb. The hybrid’s lips parted and his throat stuttered, his breath caught in the middle of his throat before it came bursting out of him.

“H’KGNSH!!!!” It flung out of his mouth and hit the red head square in his face again, yet each time it seemed that a cloud of saliva slapped itself across the red head, he never even flinched. Relishing in the feeling of it in fact.

“See? I knew you could do it, squirt,” he chuckled menacingly, sliding his tongue possessively across the other’s jaw. The moment lasted mere seconds before the demon was shoveling the other to the ground. “Catch you on the flip…I’d help you with that rager but if I don’t get back to class, I’ll get marked for it…so…guess you’ll pathetically have to suffer,” laughing with his head falling back as he pointed out the boner Drae was sporting. The red head’s long legs carrying him through the door of the bathroom and out of sight. Draeko snuffled and shuffled himself trying to get back on his feet feeling more or less like a used up chew toy.

“What a fucking dick!” Draeko pouted, blushing brightly across his face. He busted through a stall angrily to grab a handful of toilet paper, finally allowing himself to clear out his painfully tormented sinuses. A loud gurgle rose from his throat as he blew roughly into the mulched tree fabric. “Swear….Im never…SNdFf,” wiping his nose a few more times for good measure. “Talking to that guy again,” noticing his, problem downstairs only made him roll his eyes. “That happens to everyone when they’re scared….” But did it? Cause this was his first and , he’s been scared plenty. Petrified before even.

Draeko gathered himself, used the restroom and stood at the counter of the sink, staring himself in the face while shaking his head. “You’re the worst…you couldn’t even stand up for yourself right! How are you supposed to get a degree??” He groaned and let out an exasperated growl before he managed to feel halfway decent enough to leave the bathroom.

He was able to recall where he had come from to get to the bathroom in the first place, well enough to return to the class. Silently he walked back in, to his seat, avoiding eye contact with the men that sat behind him, slid in and quietly went back into focus. Alistar pouted himself, not even a quick glance? An acknowledgment of some kind? How cold. The professor managed to remain in her groove despite the slight interruption, though anticipated one way or another.

“Okay, so, you’re all going to read chapters 1-5 for the next week and come up with a discussion question, I’ll put you guys in groups and we will go around the room making sure each group has a question-…” as she explained next week’s agenda, Alistar hummed out loud causing his friend beside him to look over.

“Was your time alone not sufficient in the bathroom, Al?” Kanai asked curiously his own dull heterochomiatic eyes staring at the back of the pastel male’s head.

“Oh…it was great, he’s a real spritzer….Im just wondering how often, we can make this a thing, you know?” Despite talking at a low enough decibel that the Professor could keep talking without catching on, Drae however, was able to hear the two clearly behind him.

“Possibly everyday If you ask Mrs Stephen’s where she got her scent from,” the Navy haired man suggested but the red head rejected the idea, furrowing his brows and tapping his chin with an impatient index.

“Oh, no, that would be too simple, too easy, I want to make him suffer new ways, everyday,” Draeko sunk in his chair, his heart racing. Was this going to be his cross to bare? Was he to never know a normal day at College so long as these two bozos behind him wanted to make a spectacle out of him? He was already contemplating ways of not showing up, how often could one call in sick and just receive the homework via email? Was that possible?

Eventually, the class was being dismissed, and Draeko could feel the freedom as he practically sprinted out of his seat. “Thank god…” creative writing class? Out of the way. It’s fine he would only have to deal with them for the first period. His next class, another elective, would bring him a sense of relief. He could finally get away from, well, Alistar. That guy was weird.

Draeko had 3 classes Monday Wed Fri. Creative Writing, Culinary and English. With 4 classes Tues and Thurs being music theory, calculus, biology and women’s history. This meant one class out of the week, 3 times a week couldn’t hurt, right? It’s a big campus, it’s not like the two jocks had any reason to follow him and stalk him. Nah, Draeko was simply worried for nothing. After having asked his professor for the directions to his next classroom, Drae allowed the cool air of the winter season to caress him while he walked. It had just started getting cold, which meant bundling up extra and plenty of vitamin C gummies to keep the illnesses at bay.

Draeko crossed the campus to his second class of the day, feeling much more prepared to have a smoother hour than his last, he walked through the door and immediately found the best seat, to his judgement, up front. Only a few students had found their way in, so the mutt took this time to actually organize his things, and pull out a notebook. It was much more sufficient to be early than late.

Sitting back in his seat and doodling a small frog in his notebook whilst waiting he didn’t even notice, or hear the familiar clinks and chime of chains that echoed behind him until they stopped suddenly. “Two classes in a row with my new favorite squeaky toy? Kanai, you really did a good job picking out our elective classes this year,” snickering loudly it caused the mutt to freeze right in his chair. No. You’re kidding, it can’t be….

Surely enough, Draeko turned his head, and looked up. “Please…just leave me alone, ok?” He begged the red headed student before the man laughed, sliding into the table, or more specifically, the seat next to Drae. Kanai following close behind. In this class room, there were kitchen stations but also, table stations. Each table could seat 4. After Al, Kanai and Drae shoved themselves into a table, one last student trickled into their area, a shy girl with brown hair and green eyes avoided looking at the much taller more intimidating two.

“Now, pup, why on earth would I leave you alone? What? We can’t be friends?” The red head looked over at the mutt, his brows furrowed and his face almost looked broken hearted as he spoke so freely.

“Friends don’t do what you did!” still avoiding eye contact, the hybrid’s face fell to that of anger, what was this guys deal? Why did he have to pick on him of all people? He just wanted to have a good day.

“Oh come on, don’t be a buzz kill I was only having some fun,” the man playfully nudged his new acquaintance with his elbow, waggling his once furrowed brows.

“Well it wasn’t fun!” Draeko shoveled at Alistar, trying to get the man to keep his body, and limbs to himself as they sat there waiting for the class to start.

“Oh don’t worry kid, I’ll make it up to you….it’s only just begun,” and whatever he meant by that, caused the hairs to raise on the back of Draeko’s neck. He knew, these next few months, were going to be the hardest to get through than he could possibly imagine.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: I KNOW…it’s kind of short, but in true fashion I can’t give you guys too much too quickly in the first part! However, we made some good headway! Next part I promise, is gonna be steamy. Al and Kanai are only going to up the ante as each chapter goes. 😈🤌🏻 Hope you guys enjoyed Part 1!

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Hasło na dziś: It is unwise to make something permanent when the whole world is shifting. There may be a time when this symbol means something treacherous and terrible, rather than something noble and literate.

(17.05.2017)