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[ayuuka]

I think you mean thank Koujaku, Aoba.

Pinch hit for @dmmdvalentinesexpress for @nhonyo! I hope you like it!

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Can you feel the love tonight? <3

This is a bit late, obviously, but this is my valentine for @misanthropist-taco for the @dmmdvalentinesexpress. I taught myself how to use photoshop for this, I hadn’t used it for more than simple filters before . . . Anyway, thanks to my giftee for their patience, I hope you like it :)

Here’s my original attempts that got ruined when I did color and the markers ran for you too, I thought you’d like to see them as well :) Happy (late) Valentines Day!!!

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Title: Give Me Your Blood, I'll Give You Whatever You Want

Pairing: MinNoi

Rating: R-18, Explicit 

Word Count: 11,087

Summary: A request for a vial of blood is met with a request for a moment spent intimately. Noiz, who has been traveling all over the world, sampling the blood of thousands of different creatures readily accepts the offer from the gorgeous, dark skinned merman but finds he is in for a bit more than he originally bargained for.

A/N’s: Hullo, @ennead13x! It is I, your @dmmdvalentinesexpress...person! I’m sorry this is so late but I hope you like it. You said you liked mermaid and vampire AUs so I just kind of smooshed them together. 

Check it out here or continue reading on AO3! If you like it, please leave a comment or kudos! Thank you! <3

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There had been worse times where he had gotten an erection, but that didn’t exactly promote the present moment to be one of the best.

Around his neck was a broad, powerfully strong hand that was squeezing just enough that, if he actually needed to breathe, it would be quite difficult to do so. Wrapped tightly around his legs was a long, muscular, scaly tail – he had tried to get free a couple of times but with each squirm, the constriction around his lower extremities tightened; at the moment, he could practically hear his bones creaking. One more movement out of him and he was fairly certain that would mean two badly broken legs. It was painful but not even close to the worst he’s ever experienced. Looming over head, barely visible in the dim moonlight, was a stern, foreboding though albeit very handsome face. Strong cheekbones, firm lips, rich brown skin, long hair that he couldn’t quite discern the color of due to it being quite wet and gorgeous golden eyes that seemed to almost glow.

If he let his eyes wander down a bit further from those captivating eyes, he was greeted by another gorgeous sight. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to openly ogle at the creature’s chest whilst pinned down as he was but if this was going to be his only chance, he was going to take it. There were many myths and legends that portrayed mermaids as being slender, willowy creatures without a smidge of muscle on their body but from what he had learned on his three month long journey to find one and had just very, very, very recently discovered himself was that was not the case. The creature holding him down was nothing but muscle – sinewy, he would think, would be the best way to describe him. From his shoulders all the way done to where his torso met his tail was made up of strongly defined muscle.

He supposed that the correct emotion to be feeling right now would be fear. After all, it was of no stretch of the imagination to assume that the creature could easily rip his head from his shoulders if he felt the need to. The temperament of mermaids was not widely known; however, what was known was that when they were injured, it was probably best not to approach them. Mermaids often had the habit of lashing out during instances like that.

Glancing down at the very obvious wound on the merman’s left side; he wondered idly if this was very good luck or the most rotten of bad luck. He had spent the last three months searching high and low for these damned creatures, and had managed to stumble across this one purely by accident but had ended up in the position he was currently in due to having come across him right after a fisherman or someone up the shore had been stupid enough to throw a harpoon at him. He wasn’t so sure what had happened to that idiot nor did he really care – if you were stupid enough to try and bag a mermaid, you deserve whatever comes to you.

What he did care about at the moment was, well, making the creature practically lying half way on top of him unaware of the growth in between his legs but more importantly, keeping his head attached to his shoulders. Not that the actual loss of his head bothered him that much – he could easily grow it back in a few weeks. No, what he was more worried about was losing this golden opportunity.

“My name is Noiz.” He stated in a calm, quiet voice. The creature tilted his head, one eyebrow rising slightly. There was no real hostility in those eyes – it seemed as though he was more just trying to figure out whether or not he posed a threat. Keeping his body as still as possible, Noiz continued, “I apologize for startling you. I had no inkling that you were injured, though I understand that doesn’t mean much.”

The creature remained quiet, though Noiz noticed that the grip around his neck had significantly slackened. He wasn’t counting his blessings yet as his legs were still being tightly held in place by that magnificent tail. One thing he needed to keep in mind was that he had the upper hand – it didn’t matter if his legs were eventually freed from their confines, Noiz could tell that his strength and abilities were no match against the strength of the creature. If he wanted to take advantage of his current situation, he needed to be careful.

“What is you are here for, vampire?” The creature above him suddenly asked, startling him. His voice was deep, strong and smooth. Again, Noiz couldn’t detect any hostility – the merman obviously seemed to recognize that Noiz posed no threat to him.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, “It was my scent, wasn’t it? That’s what gave me away.”

The merman nodded, “Yours is not powerful or abhorrent but it is still there.” There was a sudden change of tone in his voice and the grip on both his neck and legs slackened, “You are not a predator. There is no innocent blood, forcibly taken within you.”

Noiz blinked in surprise. He had heard that a mermaid’s sense of smell was extraordinary, far beyond what any other mortal or mythical creature possessed but he had not realized it was that powerful. Or perhaps this ability was unique to just this particular merman.

“Would you like me to get straight to the point or continue protesting my innocence?”

“Point.” The merman responded shortly.

“I am here to find mermaid’s blood.” Noiz stated in a firm, quiet voice.

“Why?” the merman asked, his brows furrowing in curiosity.

Noiz shrugged slightly, “Why is it that humans travel the globe for no other purpose than to consume different kinds of food? My reasoning is the same, though typical food has been replaced with different kinds of blood. Fae blood, elven blood, giants’ blood – I simply want to try them all.”

The merman blinked, tilted his head and asked, “That is why you are here?”

Noiz nodded, “Yes.”

“Do you not have anything better to do with your life?”

A laugh bubbled its way from his throat. Drawing back his lips to show the merman his fangs in what he hoped was not an aggressive gesture; Noiz smiled up at him and replied, “I’ve been on this earth for over three thousand years. There is nothing much for me to do. So, I roam this earth – I seek out creatures both well-known and rare and beyond rare, and ask them for a vial of their blood. In exchange, I give them whatever they ask for. Once both ends of the bargain are fulfilled, I go about my way to find the next creature. And it continues on like that, and shall continue to do so until either my time on this earth ends or I’ve sought out and drunk the blood of all creatures, mythical or not, on this green and blue world.”

An inexplicable emotion appeared in the merman’s golden eyes. Noiz figured he might be imaging it but, for a moment, he almost looked sad. Then, his face promptly hardened back into the emotionless mask. Giving his head a little shake, he murmured, “Such a lonely life to live.”

“I could say the same for you.” Noiz retorted, his smile turning bitter. “Mermaids usually travel in large groups, do they not?”

He could have continued but the sudden darkness that filled the merman’s eyes and the subtle tightening of his hand quickly informed Noiz that that it was probably not wise to do so. He had obviously hit a raw note. It was possible that he could have gotten separated from his school, or perhaps exiled. There was also the very real possibility that the merman’s school could have been wiped out – it wasn’t as prevalent now but a few years ago, there had been a massive influx of fisherman trapping and killing mermaids for their fins, scales and eyes. From what he could remember, a demand for those items had started up after some wizard had claimed he had created some kind of revival potion that included those ingredients. Entire schools had been devastated or completely destroyed. The harm being done against the mermaid population had gotten to be so massive that a series of stringent laws were passed to protect their dwindling numbers. From what Noiz could remember, anyone caught fishing for or selling any part of a mermaid was put to death by drowning.

Realizing that he might have just made a massive fopaux, Noiz swallowed down his pride and said softly, “I apologize. That was out of line.”

The merman didn’t respond but instead gazed silently down at him for a moment, his expression unreadable before sighing quietly, removing his hand from around his throat and releasing his legs. Instead of silently slipping away into the ocean behind them as Noiz expected him to do, he settled beside Noiz, placed his hand over his wound, reclined slightly back on his tail and settled an unflinching gaze on him, “Do you want my blood?”

Stretching out his legs, thankful to finally be free, Noiz went about getting himself into a sitting position and also hiding his obvious boner. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t understand why he had gotten one – the merman was gorgeous and he had a thing about being held down like that, not to mention the pain had added some extra heat. It had been a perfect storm – a storm that had led to a rather unwelcome stiffy but thankfully, the merman either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care enough to notice.

Brushing the sand from his hair, Noiz returned his gaze and replied, “Yes.”

Once again, the merman fell silent. His gaze slipped away from Noiz as he tilted his head back to look at the clear, starry sky overhead. Noiz took the quiet, retrospective moment to openly admire the fine specimen in front of him. He wasn’t entirely sure what the standard was for mermaids, appearance wise but all of them were was beautiful as the one lounging in front of him, then he could why people went to the lengths they did to get their hands on one.

What drew his attention the most was that long, muscular tail. The color of it was a deep, vibrant pink and the scales glistened and shined in the moonlight. It was a dangerous looking appendage – almost reminding him of those several feet long snakes he had stumbled across in the southern west jungles. There was no doubt in his mind that that tail could easily crush, smash and destroy any prey or predator. He wanted nothing more to run his fingertips along it, to feel those powerful muscles and smooth scales underneath his skin.

“Do you wish to strike a bargain with me?” The merman suddenly spoke, startling Noiz.

Bringing his gaze back up to the merman’s eyes, Noiz replied, “Yes. What is it you want?”

The merman tilted his head, “What is it you are willing to give?”

He shrugged, “Anything.”

The merman quirked one of his brows, “Anything?”

“Yes. Anything. Do you want money? I can give you that. Do you want revenge? I can carry it out. Do you wish for some material, ingredient, some sort of object? I can find it. Anything you want, as long as I get a vial of blood in return, I will see that you have it.”

“I have no need for money. I would not send someone else to wield my knife for me. Any object I could want, I will find on my own.”

Frowning, Noiz replied, “Then what do you want?”

“Anything? Anything I could think to ask for?”

Now somewhat irritated, Noiz’s frown deepened, “Anything. Just tell me what it is you want.”

A moment of silence fell between them before the merman lifted his arm and pointed vaguely at Noiz’s midsection, “That.”

Noiz looked down at himself, confused, “You’re going to need to be more specific. ‘That’ could refer to a great many things.”

To his utter shock, the merman suddenly reached down with the hand he had been pointing with and gently cupped Noiz’s erection, which immediately twitched against his warm palm. Noiz’s head shot up to find that the creature in front of him was suddenly much, much closer – close enough that their noses were practically touching. Those golden eyes gazed calmly at him, as though he were trying to gauge his reaction. Noiz hadn’t noticed it before, which was understandable given all of his attention had been on just making sure he didn’t end up dismembered, but the scent the merman was giving off was intoxicating. Earthy, slightly salty with a hint of something sweet…like cinnamon, oddly enough – that mixed with the smell of his blood, a primal, metallic scent, was making it a bit hard to think.

“This.” The merman breathed, his hand lightly squeezing his quickly hardening cock.

Swallowing, Noiz stared up at him, flabbergasted. It wasn’t like he had never been asked for sex or the like in exchange for blood before. After all, what else was a succubus and incubus supposed to ask for? And it wasn’t like he was against it or anything, either – after all, the merman was very easy on the eyes and the prospect of spending an intimate moment with him was very appealing. It was just so unexpected. As far as he knew, mermaids didn’t usually proposition any other species for sex. He realized he also wasn’t exactly clear on how mermaids had intercourse – he hadn’t thought it would come down to this so that hadn’t been something he had put an extensive amount of research into. Was he even asking for sex? Was this some sort of custom that he just wasn’t aware of? Did he actually just want his penis? Was vampire penis a delicacy or something?

“You’re going to need to be more specific.” Noiz said, trying his best to keep his voice calm. “You say ‘this’ but what is it that you want?”

“Are you asking me to spell it out for you?”

“I’m asking you to tell me point blank what it is you are asking for.”

“And I have.” The merman responded, his deep voice low and rough. “I want this.” He continued, his hand tightening even more. A bolt of hot pleasure ran up Noiz’s spine. How long had it been since he had last gotten relief? His mind had been so concentrated on finding a mermaid that he had barely spared any moments for himself. He couldn’t even remember the last time. No wonder his body was responding so easily.

Figuring continuing to ask was just going to lead them around in circles; Noiz heaved a sigh and said, “If that is what you want, you are free to have it.” No sooner had those words left his mouth; he was pushed down onto the sand. Without a word or warning, the merman slid in between his legs, pushing them apart with his shoulders and began to unbutton his trousers. He imagined that if his heart did still beat, it would be going crazy in his chest. The amount of excitement he was feeling was a bit embarrassing – what was worse, he couldn’t figure out why he was so excited. Yes, the merman was beautiful but Noiz had come across beautiful creatures before – some had requested sex, others had not – but none had had the same kind of affect that this being was having on him right now.

The merman got his britches open easily and yanked them down without hesitation. Noiz jumped a little at the cool air that immediately greeted his cock as it bounced up out of his drawers. Trembling a bit in anticipation as the merman’s hot breath grazed over the sensitive skin, Noiz reached down to slip his fingers through the creature’s wet hair. He half expected for his hand to be smacked away but instead, he received what felt like a soft kiss on his hip bone. This kiss was followed by many others – they were pressed all along the bottom of his stomach, his hips, his thighs, everywhere the merman could reach but also everywhere but where he desperately wanted them to be put. One strong, long fingered hand was lazily stroking up and down his thigh while the other played gently with the fine hairs at the base of his stomach.

This wasn’t teasing. Nor was it just an act either. He couldn’t tell what this creature’s intention was. Normally, when sex was requested, it was a quick thing where the other was always more focused on themselves, on their own pleasure rather than his, which had never really bothered him. He was there to get their blood, nothing else really mattered but this…this felt like lovemaking.

As the merman placed a warm, open mouth kiss where his leg met his torso, he idly wondered what it was he was getting out of all this. For a moment, he considered asking and even was about to do so when the creature, either bored with the ministrations or figuring that was enough, placed the engorged tip of Noiz’s cock on his tongue and engulfed it, all the way down to the base.

Crying out in surprise and pleasure, Noiz nearly bucked up into the warm, wet mouth wrapped around his dick. What sounded like a muffled chuckle reached his ears before the merman started to unhurriedly bob up and down on his cock. His pace was excruciatingly slow, almost as though he intended to drive him completely crazy before giving him any relief. In fact, once Noiz had lifted his head to look down at him and was met with those golden eyes gazing unashamedly back at him as the merman hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on the head of his dick, causing Noiz to throw his head back at the sudden influx of pleasure, he was sure that was what the creature had in mind.

Not that he minded, though. If this was what he wanted to do, Noiz was more than happy to let him have his way. Didn’t matter to him if he couldn’t understand why exactly – this was the most enjoyment and pleasure he had ever gotten out of a sex request. He was more than content with lying back and just enjoying it.

Curling his fingers tighter into the merman’s wet hair; Noiz swayed his hips in time with his rises and falls. He couldn’t move much as he had one arm slung over his midsection to keep him pinned down but there was just enough room in between that arm and the sand beneath him that he could thrust ever so slightly into the warm, welcoming mouth engulfed around his cock. With an audible, almost obscene pop, the merman suddenly released his member from the confines of his mouth. Noiz was about to protest when there was suddenly a large, rough, hot hand wrapped around him and a tongue pressed unashamedly against his ballsack. Moaning softly, Noiz hooked one of his legs around the creature’s midsection. Just as slowly as he had done with his mouth, the hand around his cock slid all the way up to the tip of his cock, pausing for a moment to rub the palm against his glans, before gliding to the base and squeezing lightly. His tongue and mouth played leisurely with the sensitive orbs hanging beneath his penis – rolling them around with his tongue, taking one into his mouth and sucking lightly, stroking his tongue along the edges. His free hand slipped from where it had been resting by his side to his chest where he took several sweet moments to play with his nipples through the thin material of his shirt, driving Noiz nearly to the brink with the feeling of those rough, large pads pressing, pinching and pulling the delicate buds. Once he was finished and seemed to be satisfied with how much he had riled Noiz up, the merman slid his hand up further, until the tips of his fingers had reached Noiz’s open, gasping mouth and promptly pushed two fingers deep inside.

His entire body jolted as those fingers slipped along his tongue, leaving an enticing taste of saltwater and flesh. Closing his mouth around them, he sucked hard on the digits given to him. He knew he could just bite down and have the blood he wanted but, as far as he was concerned, the bargain was not completed yet. He would not take the blood until it was offered to him. As for right now, he was more than content to just let those fingers twine around his tongue, squeezing and pulling on it, to let them thrust in and out of his mouth in a thorough fucking action.

Noiz wasn’t sure how much more he could take. His entire body was buzzing with white hot pleasure. It felt as though there was a spring coiling ever tighter in his hips, just waiting to explode loose. The combination of everything – the fingers in his mouth, the hand around his cock, the tongue now pressed against the bottom of his shaft, following by a hard suck against the sensitive skin – he wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept that up. Digging his fingers into the sand, his moans echoing across the quiet shore, he tried to hold on. This felt so good – it felt so very good, so unbelievably good, he didn’t want it to be over.

The merman, most likely sensing he was close, suddenly removed his hand and pushed his entire length back into his mouth. This time, his pace was much faster as though he was trying to milk the orgasm out of him. Crying out loudly against the fingers in his mouth, Noiz gripped onto that head of hair – whether to slow him down or urge him faster, he didn’t know. Against that speed and ferocity, he didn’t last long, though. With a few quick hard swipes that were almost painful, a bolt of white, searing hot pleasure radiated up from his pelvis, up his spine and to his head. Keening loudly, he spent himself into the merman’s mouth, his hips jolting upwards as his vision momentarily blurred out. The buzzing in his body became so loud that it blocked out everything else. For several moments afterwards, all he could do was stare listlessly up at the night sky as his body and mind came down from what was, undoubtedly, the best orgasm he could ever remember having.

When he was able to focus again, he weakly pushed himself up onto his elbows. The merman was still between his legs, one hand idly wiping away salvia from his mouth.

Noiz blinked slowly before asking, “Did you swallow it?”

“Yes.” He responded.

“Oh.”

A comfortable silence fell between them. Noiz managed to get himself all the way up into a sitting position. His limbs felt weak and jelly like, and his head was still buzzing a bit. Struggling to focus, he turned his eyes to the merman when he suddenly noticed something off. The quite obvious and large wound that had been on his side was now gone. He could still see the crusted blood that had seeped from it surrounding the area but the wound itself was nowhere to be seen.

“Is that why you wanted to do that?” Noiz asked, bringing one hand up to gesture vaguely at where the wound had once been.

“Yes.” The merman responded. “For whatever reason, semen from a man – regardless of what species – has been shown to be a healing accelerator in aquatic creatures, such as myself.”

Noiz blinked before raising an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“No.” He replied, his stoic expression not changing at all. “That was a joke. I set a healing cast on it before you showed up.”

“Why did you want to do that, then?”

“Do what?”

“Suck me off.”

“Why do you wish to know?”

“Because you don’t stand to gain anything from just doing that.”

“It is presumptuous of you to assume that I haven’t.”

“If you have then what was it?”

The merman tilted his head, a surprising smile tugging at the corner of his lips. To Noiz’s dismay, that slight hint of a smile sent a spiral of dizziness racing through him, “You’re a rather curious one.”

Noiz frowned back at him, trying hard to ignore just how much that very, very slight smile had affected him, “If you don’t want to tell me, then fine.”

He waved a dismissive hand, “It isn’t that I don’t want to tell you.”

“Then, why aren’t you?”

The merman shrugged his broad shoulders, which only irritated Noiz. What the hell was this? He couldn’t understand it at all. Figuring that there wasn’t in point in this roundabout of questions, he gave his head a shake before settling his gaze firmly back on the creature before him, “Do you want me to do you now?”

That was a question the merman was obviously not expecting as his eyebrows shot up, “What?”

Rolling his eyes, Noiz sighed and repeated, “Do you-“

“I heard what you said.” The merman interrupted him. “I had not intended to make you feel as though you owed me that in return.”

“You didn’t. I’m simply offering. If you want me to, I will. If you don’t, then I’ll take that vial of blood and be on my way.”

Silence fell between them once again. The merman’s eyes shifted away from him, down to the sandy shore beneath him. Noiz had had difficultly reading his expressions before but this one…this one he could tell what was going on. He wanted him to – there was no doubt about that. There was a spark of lust and want in those golden eyes. What was going on in his head right now was a debate – why there was even one going on, he couldn’t discern but he could tell that the offer he was giving was definitely one he was strongly considering taking him up on.

Knowing that there was nothing he could do but wait, Noiz pulled his britches back up, brushed the sand from the back of his head, fixed his shirt and settled down to wait however long he needed to. Glancing out to the ocean, he watched the waves coming in and idly wondered how many mermaids were left. Sightings of them were becoming rarer as the years passed. The last time a school bigger than 20 had been spotted had been many years ago – long before hunting for them had been outlawed.

“What a tragic turn.” He murmured to himself, bringing his legs close to his chest.

“Are you cold?” The merman in front of him asked, his voice conveying a slight tone of concern.

“No,” Noiz responded, “I am fine.” He turned and looked at him, “You have not given me your name.”

“You have no asked for it.”

Frowning, Noiz sighed and said, “What is your name?”

He half expected the merman to dodge the question so he was pleasantly surprised when he easily replied with, “Mink. And yours is?” “Noiz.”

Mink nodded, “Noiz.” He repeated softly to himself.

“Have you made up your mind yet, Mink?”

The golden eyed merman heaved a slight sigh before reclining back on a nearby rock. He brushed his drying hair out his face before settling a stern gaze on Noiz, “Is that something you are offering without any feelings of being coerced into it?”

“Didn’t I already say that was the case? Or did you think I’m so desperate for your fish penis that I’d openly lie about it?”

Mink chuckled, a much more defined smile appearing on his face. That same wave of dizziness assaulted Noiz again but he shoved it aside quickly. Now was not the time to be acting like a primary schoolgirl, swooning over her crush. It was a little embarrassing to admit, even to himself, but he was rather excited at the prospect of being able to return the favor. Although he wasn’t entirely certain how he could go about returning the favor. Again, he did not have that much knowledge on merman genital anatomy. Though, there had to be something he could do. Otherwise, Mink wouldn’t even be considering it.

Mink sighed again, though this seemed more to be along the lines of a ‘what am I going to do with you” sigh. Giving his head a little shake, he asked, “How much do you know about merman anatomy?”

“Down there, you mean? Nothing.” He replied honestly.

That earned him another chuckle, “And you’re just willing to jump in? Even without knowing anything?”

“Yup.”

A baffled smile slide across Mink’s mouth, “You are an odd one.”

“Is that so? Are we doing this or not?”

Once again, Mink sighed but motioned for Noiz to come over, which he obediently did so. Curling his tail backwards and behind him, Mink made space for him to sit down directly in front of him. Excitement began to drum up in his chest once more as he settled down, wiggling a little to get comfortable on the sandy shore. Once he was comfortable, Mink slid his tail back and wrapped it loosely around where he sat. Noiz desperately wanted to touch it but felt as though that would be the same was touching an elf’s ears or a fae’s wings without their permission so he held himself back. Still thoroughly curious about how in the hell he was supposed to do anything; Noiz looked up at Mink and waited for an explanation. Mink gazed back at him for a moment, obviously gauging his reactions before reaching down, taking one of Noiz’s hands in his own and setting it in the middle of his chest. Underneath his palm was warm flesh and deeper was a heartbeat, almost frantic in pace. A bolt of satisfaction raced through Noiz’s head as Mink’s excitement became known to him. He couldn’t quite discern why but the idea of Mink being just as riled up as he was made that pleasant buzzing fill his head once more.

Mink slowly slid his hand down from his chest, to his stomach and down further until it reached the point where his torso met his tail. Now that he was closer, Noiz could make out the edges of his hipbone and wondered how it would feel to suck and kiss there. His warm, brown skin looked so delicious and inviting. There was nothing he wanted to do more at that moment than to test his teeth against it, to make a large red mark on that beautiful skin.

His hand was slid down further, until it was just below where the scales started. Mink abruptly stopped and pressed his hand down lightly, his muscular body jolting ever so slightly. Underneath his palm was what felt like a slit of some kind; the edges around it were slightly raised and bumpy, and it was much hotter than the surrounding flesh. Not completely understanding exactly what was going on but having enough common sense to at least figure out the logistics, Noiz began to gently rub his palm against it, relishing in the delightful jolt that raced through Mink’s muscles.

Smiling slightly, he figured that this was a perfect time for some payback. While his hand was busily stroking away, he leaned forward and started to place warm, open mouthed, sucking kisses along Mink’s chest. Fully determined to leave as many marks as he possibly could, Noiz took his time and sucked, licked and nipped at each section of skin until it was satisfyingly red. He longed to just bite down, to sink his teeth into that sweet, rich flesh but that would most likely be a very big mood killer. So instead, he busied himself with kissing all over Mink’s defined chest before moving up to his broad throat. He half expected for Mink to cover it, to move him away but was pleasantly surprised when he leaned his head back to give Noiz full access. Smiling into the curve of his neck, he kept his kisses small and light. Even if Mink wasn’t scared of him, he didn’t want to spook him. From his collarbone to the curve of his jaw, Noiz covered every inch of skin in kisses and long, broad strokes of his tongue.

All the sudden, Mink ripped his hand away from his lower half, gripped his head in his hands and pulled him up into a searing hot, wanting kiss. A strong tongue was shoved into his mouth as Mink hungrily devoured his mouth, his firm lips sliding harshly against his own, their teeth almost clashing together as Noiz pushed back just as desperately. His head began to swirl as heat started to build in his hips once more. The overwhelmingly delicious taste of Mink’s tongue, the fierceness with which he kissed him, the powerful hands holding him in place – Noiz couldn’t get enough of it. Digging his fingernails into the firm skin of Mink’s shoulders, all he could do was hold on as Mink ravished his mouth. Pulling back from the kiss, Mink hovered mere centimeters from his face, his eyes alight with lust, and whispered, “There is something about you that drives me fucking crazy.” Noiz chuckled, a little bit dazed, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“That is something I have not discerned yet.” He responded, his voice a low growl, as he leaned down to bite Noiz’s shoulder lightly. Noiz whimpered softly, his entire body twitching. Gripping the back of Mink’s head, he breathed, “More. Bite me. Make me bleed.”

“Not yet.” Mink’s deep voice rumbled into his ear. A shiver ran up his spine at the noticeable raw heat in his tone. “First, you are going to hold true to your word and take care,” Mink took his hand in his own once more and brought it all the way down to where it had previously been, “of this.”

His fingers expected to find the smooth slit once more so when he was greeted by a large, throbbing, hot length of wet flesh, he instinctively jumped in surprise. Twisting to look down, he discovered that at some point during their kiss, something that looked very much like a penis had grown out of that slit. Blinking rapidly, he cautiously wrapped his fingers around it. A soft sigh in his ear immediately told him that what he was doing was more than welcome so he strengthened his grip and began to slowly stroke the pulsing member. It was a bit odd in shape, though the general anatomy seemed to be similar to that of a human’s or quasi human’s penis. There was definitely not a bone in there, at least, not as far as he could tell. However, he couldn’t discern any testes. He assumed that those must be tucked away safely inside of him. While also looking similarly to a human’s or quasi human’s penis, it seemed to also function like one as well. There was an extensive amount of precum leaking out of the top, it twitched and jerked as he slide his hand across the sensitive skin, and seemed to grow bigger the more attention he paid to it.

Swallowing, he fought against the rising excitement inside of him and wiggled down until he was awkwardly lying down in front of Mink, halfway on his side and halfway on his stomach. Bracing himself on his elbows, he took a moment to admire the cock before his eyes. Mink was rather large, much bigger than he was and much bigger than he was normally used to. It was probably going to be a little bit difficult to get all of him into his mouth but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. Hungrily licking his lips, he shifted a little bit closer so he was hovering directly over his cock, wrapped one hand around the base of his dick, opened his mouth and stuffed it full of Mink’s throbbing, hot member. He only managed to get a little over halfway down his cock before he had to stop but that alone seemed to be enough for Mink, who let out a soft gasp and curled his fingers tightly into the hair at the base of his head. Smiling, Noiz took a moment to rub his tongue against the veiny flesh, thoroughly enjoying the taste of the pre-cum spilling from the tip of Mink filling up his mouth. Heat began to pulse in his hips as his own cock began to stand to full attention but he dutifully ignored it. Right now, it was Mink’s turn and he was going to give him his full attention.

He started out slow, adopting the same rhythm that Mink had used on him. There was no way he could go all the way done like Mink had but for what he couldn’t cover with his mouth, he could easily stroke with his hand. The tip of his cock was where he focused most of the attention from his mouth, sucking, lapping up the sweet fluids that leaked out, swirling his tongue repeatedly around the head, while his hand used the salvia leaking out of his mouth and down his shaft to easily slip up and down his length in a unhurried pace. Mink’s heavy breaths rained down onto his head, occasionally joined by a low groan or quiet grunt. The tightening in his own groin had started to become painful but he continued to pay no heed to it.

Growing tired of the slow pace, Noiz removed his hand from the base of Mink’s cock and abruptly plunged down as far as he could go. Mink’s entire body jerked and he let out a satisfyingly loud, pleasure filled moan. The fingers in his hair curled even tighter, causing a slight tinge of pain to radiate through his scalp. His dick jumped in response, almost causing him to lose control but Noiz fought it off. His head buzzed loudly, his skin was prickling and his lower body was practically begging for attention. Desperately wanting to jerk himself off while Mink’s dick shoved deep down his throat, Noiz bravely focused his attention back on the throbbing dick held captive between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucked all the way up to the tip, going as slow as he possibly could then slid down in a fluid, quick motion. As precum poured into his mouth, he repeated the motion over and over again, enticing himself with the sweet sound of Mink becoming undone beneath his ministrations.

However, it seemed as though Mink had something else in mind. The fingers that had been curled into his hair suddenly released him and the hand they belong to slid along his side, down to his waist and past it before gripping hold of the hem of his trousers and pulling them down, exposing his ass to the cool night air. Excitement exploded in his chest as his hopes of what could possibly happen next skyrocketed. Struggling to focus, he closed his eyes, took in Mink’s heavy, wonderful scent and waited. Mink’s large hand took several leisurely moments to grope, squeeze and play with the rounded mounds of his ass. Noiz’s entire body jumped and he let out a loud, muffled moan of intense pleasure when Mink suddenly reared his hand back and gave one of his cheeks a hard smack. Obviously very pleased with that reaction, he repeated it several times, earning a bigger jolt and louder moans each time. Scared that he might accidentally bit down on Mink’s dick if he kept it in his mouth whilst he was doing that, Noiz pulled off and struggled to keep up the motion with his hand, though that proved to be difficult as with each hard spank, his level of logical thought slipped further and further away.

“So, you like a little bit of pain.” Mink murmured, more to himself than to Noiz. With one hand, he continued to grope the reddened cheek of his ass while the other reached over for something Noiz couldn’t quite see. He fiddled with something for a moment before pulling his hand away from Noiz’s ass, reached down to slip his hand underneath Noiz’s arm, pulled him up, swung him around and promptly pushed him back down so that his knees were now on either side of Mink’s tail, and his ass was in the air, facing Mink. Thoroughly turned on and more than willing to let Mink do whatever he wanted to him, Noiz allowed himself to be moved around without protest. The upper half of his body rested against the powerful muscles of Mink’s tail. Even though this wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to go about feeling it, he was still glad for the opportunity, nonetheless. Letting himself relax against the scales, he rubbed his cheek ever so slightly across the smooth surface and waited.

It was an awkward, uncomfortable position to be in which Mink seemed to realize as he wasted no time spreading him apart and rubbing his fingers, which felt like they were covered in some type of lube, against his opening. Gasping at the cold and contact, Noiz’s hips jolted eagerly. It had only been a few moments but he was close to begging, to pleading. He kept his mouth tightly closed, however, out of fear that desperation would make him say something embarrassing. Besides, it didn’t seem as though Mink was intent on taking his time. After circling his opening with his lube heavy fingers a few times, he took his hand away and came back with what felt like even more lube. He smeared it on liberally then slowly pushed one of his fingers inside. Gasping at the welcome feeling of intrusion, Noiz pushed his hips back against Mink in a desperate attempt to convey the message, “Hurry. Faster. More. Do it. Please!”

“What is it you want, Noiz?” Mink’s deep voice spoke up from behind him. “What do you want me to do?”

Desperation won out. Reaching back, he took hold of Mink’s wrist, turned around and craned his neck to smile up at him, “Fuck me. Hard, fast, rough, take me, mark me, spread me open, rip me open, bite me, hurt me, anything.”

Mink paused for a moment before ruefully smiling, “You are quite the odd one.”

Noiz was about to respond but whatever it was that he was going to say was lost in the loud moan that was ripped from his mouth as Mink plunged his finger deep inside of him. Burning pain mixed with searing hot pleasure raced up his spine. Gasping, his vision started to flicker as Mink roughly thrust his finger in and out of him in a quick pace. With his other hand, he smeared another copious amount of lube around his entrance before pushing a second finger into him. The burning pain was more intense this time but that only doubled the pleasure radiating up from his lower half. Clenching his teeth, Noiz reached down to start jerking himself off but his hand was abruptly grabbed and wrenched away.

“No, no, no.” Mink breathed, his voice heavy with lust. One of his large hands held tightly onto Noiz’s wrist. Pulling it further back, he pressed a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand, “Be a good boy and don’t touch yourself. If you can come without doing so, I will give you a very nice reward.”

Even though he desperately wanted some kind of release, he could not say no to a voice like that and the prospect of a reward, that was too great to turn down. He nodded against the firm flesh of Mink’s tail, his breath fast and heavy. Mink chuckled against his palm, released his wrist and focused his attention back on prepping him. After adding even more lube and another finger to the mess already inside of him, Mink played with his stretched opening for a little while longer – spreading him opening, thrust all three fingers deep inside in a strong, abrupt movement that wrenched a wailing moan from Noiz every time, rubbing his fingers against the sensitive walls inside – before pulling all three out.

An arm snaked around his midsection and he was quickly yanked up. His back landed against Mink’s chest, his knees dug into the sand. Across his neck and shoulder, Mink’s hot, heavy breath brushed against his skin, sending shivers racing up and down his spine. His own cock twitched hungrily, almost begging to be touched. Already thoroughly messed up by everything that had come before, Noiz struggled to focus his attention on anything. His brain felt like pudding, there was nothing but buzzing in his ears, and the edges of his vision had begun to blur. Sweat drenched the nape of his neck and forehead, making his hair stick uncomfortably to him. He was hot, desperate, completely turned on and felt like he was going to burst at any moment.

“What do you want, Noiz?” Mink asked, his voice hot and heavy in his ear.

Noiz swallowed, reached down to lightly brush his fingers along Mink’s cock and whispered in a trembling voice, “This.”

“And what do you want me to do with that, Noiz?” His voice was like honey, dripping in and sliding along his brain, intoxicating him.

“Fuck me.” Noiz replied, his voice shaking even harder than before.

“How, Noiz? How do you want me to use this to fuck you?”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he gasped out, “Hard, fast, rough, anything, just please fuck me!”

A low, rumbling, growling chuckle resonated along the nape of his neck before he was suddenly pushed back down and yanked backwards. His ass nestled firmly against Mink’s hips. One hand pulled him apart while the other arm pulled him up into a slightly higher position. Another generous amount of lube was spread onto him before something hot, hard and big pressed against his opening. Mink’s hands grabbed snuggly onto his waist and with one hard, swift thrust, he buried his length inside of him.

In that moment, he was sure he would cum. The intense pain, heat and unbelievably pleasure that rippled through him like a tidal wave was enough to make his vision go white but somehow, he managed to hold on. Though, all of his pride and desperation to not to anything embarrassing pretty much went out the window the moment he felt Mink’s cock enter him. Salvia seeped from his open mouth as his body bounced with the force of Mink’s thrust. Gasps, moans, near screams, sobs all left his mouth without remorse or hesitation. He dug his fingers into the sand to keep his hands away from his cock which was bobbing back and forth in between his legs with each and every thrust, endless streams of precum pouring from the tip. At this pace, he wasn’t going to last long. Even if he didn’t touch himself, the coil of heat inside of him was already wound up as tight as it could possibly be. All it would take was a few more thrusts or one precise one hitting against that special place inside of him, and he would be completely done for. Realizing that there was nothing he could really do about that, Noiz closed his eyes, rocked his hips back against Mink and focused on the feeling of Mink moving in and out of him. He had asked for hard, for rough, for fast and Mink was fulfilling all of those requests. His thick, fat, searing hot cock shoved its way harshly in and out of his stretched hole. In the position he was currently in, it was almost impossible to turn around and look at Mink’s face but he could hear his labored, ragged breathing, could feel his fingers digging deep into his skin, could feel sweat dripping down onto his back, and feel the lust practically pouring into him. He couldn’t see but he knew – Mink was not going to last much longer either. Both of them had been riled up way too much, they both weren’t going to able to take that much more.

A shock, harder and stronger than any he felt before, suddenly raced through his entire body, burning every nerve inside of him as Mink got the angle just right and hit that spot deep inside of him. Crying out loudly in a hoarse, worn voice, he reached back and grabbed hold of one of Mink’s wrists. Without slowing down or hesitating, Mink slammed into that one spot over and over again, making Noiz cry out louder and louder each time he hit it. Numbness began to spread rapidly through his hips. Electric jolts raced up his spine to his head, filling with buzzing and wails of desperate pleads for release. Slamming his hips back against Mink, Noiz clenched his teeth together, tears seeping out of the corner of his eyes as his climax danced tantalizing across the threshold. He just needed a little more, one more thrust.

With one more forceful thrust from Mink, he was right on the edge when a strong hand suddenly wrapped tightly around the base of his erection, completely cutting off his climax. Yelping in dismay and surprise, Noiz was abruptly pulled back up. Mink’s cock sank even deeper inside of him, wrenching a long, loud, pained moan from his lungs. Mink’s hold on his cock tightened even further, bringing with it a sense of pain and pleasure that mingled together perfectly.

“Be a good boy and wait for me, alright, Noiz?” It didn’t sound like Mink was going to make him wait long – his voice was rough, ragged and interlaced with heavy pants. Against his back, Noiz could feel his heart beat racing against the confines of his ribs. Radiating heat seeped into him and his nose was assaulted with the overwhelmingly enticing scent of Mink’s natural bodily scent mixed with that of his sweat. Nodding weakly in response to Mink’s question, Noiz distantly realized he no longer cared about getting Mink’s blood; he just wanted Mink to fuck him hard into the ground, to leave an imprint of his cock inside of him, to drive him crazy, to do whatever he could possibly want to him. He wanted to come; he wanted Mink to come inside of him. He wanted Mink to mark him, deep inside.

Mink continued to thrust roughly up inside of him, stubbornly hitting that sweet spot without hesitation. Leaning his head down, Mink opened his mouth and sucked against the spot where his shoulder met his neck for a moment before biting down, hard. There was an eruption of pain as his skin broke and blood seeped up through the fresh wound. Tears rolled down his cheeks, sobs bubbled up from his chest and burst freely from his lips. Reaching up, he gripped a fistful of Mink’s hair and pulled.

“More.” He moaned, his voice soft at first before rising steadily in volume, “More! Please! Mink!”

He couldn’t think anymore. There was no ration or reason inside of his head. Inside, his mind was filled with the sensation of pain, pleasure and Mink. Mink’s touch, Mink’s scent, Mink’s cock throbbing inside of him – all of it swirled around like a whirlpool. He wanted to come, he wanted Mink to come, he wanted this pleasure to never end, and for it to be finally over. He wanted to break into a million pieces, to come completely undone in Mink’s arms, and for Mink to never stop piercing him, never stop filling him, never stop driving him towards that breaking point.

Mink, however, seemed to have finally reached his. Once the cry of his name left Noiz’s lips, his thrust became even more frantic. Sobbing incoherently, Noiz held tightly onto Mink’s hair as overwhelming pleasure assaulted every inch of his body. Pressure and pain began to build up in his crotch as every nerve within him desperately screamed out for release. With one final rough thrust and a loud, choked moan, Mink released his grasp around his dick, slammed up into him and filled him to the brim with his searing hot semen. Noiz didn’t require any further urging to that. With a silent scream, his back arched as pleasure so immense, so strong that it was painful thundered it was through his body, taking full command of every nerve, every vein, every inch of his skin and flesh. White burned across his eyes as his body seized up underneath the powerful waves rushing through him. His whole world, for those few moments, was nothing but that pleasure, that feeling, that intense, searing heat.

Coming down was an almost surreal experience. He couldn’t really focus on anything and his body was so weak from expending so much energy that he could barely move. Not that he was exactly worried, though. The moment he started to fall to the side, Mink’s warm, strong hands caught him. Suddenly, he was wrapped up in a tight, welcoming embrace. Soft kisses were pressed lovingly against the side of his head, along his shoulder, his cheek, jawline – everywhere Mink could reach, he pressed a kiss. The warmth, the care, the softness and contentedness of it all lulled him off and within moments, the world around him went dark as he slipped off into a deep, restful slumber. - Fingers softly playing with his hair roused him from his sleep. Blinking blearily, he struggled to focus as his mind roused itself from its previous semi-comatose state. He was no longer on the beach. Instead, he seemed to be inside some sort of underground cavern. There was no natural sunlight filtering in, the light being provided came from a series of lamps dotted along the rocky walls of the cave. To his left, he could make out what looked to be some sort of small lake. It was quiet; all the he could really hear was the distant sound of water dripping. He supposed most would find that eerie but there was something sincere, almost peaceful about the location.

“You’re awake.” A deep voice said softly from above and behind him. Mink was lounging behind him, a large book held in the hand that currently was stroking and gently tugging on his hair. Perched on the bridge of his nose was a pair of round reading glasses. Noiz’s head was resting comfortably on the lower half of his tail. It was surprising but that scaly flesh actually made for a very good pillow.

Rolling over onto his back, he looked up into the golden eyes gazing down at him, “What time is it?”

“Close to noon, I believe.”

Yawning, Noiz reached up to rub the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. His body felt heavy and sluggish but there was something almost pleasant about that. It reminded him almost of how he felt after an exceptionally good meal combined with a good, long nap. He was a bit sore in the hips…well, “a bit” was an understatement. He was, in fact, very sore in the hip region. With every shift, it felt like his bones were creaking in protest at having to move. He supposed that this was the very definition of being fucked so hard you can’t walk in the morning. A slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It hurt but he was almost elated at how much it did.

“Is this your place?” Noiz asked, letting his hand fall away from his eyes.

“For now, it is.” Mink replied simply before turning his eyes back to the book in his hands.

Stretching out his legs and arms, he curved his back until he heard a satisfying pop. He let out a slow sigh of contentment before slowly relaxing back into place. After a slow glance around, he discovered that the cavern was mostly empty. In the far right corner, there looked to be some casting supplies and materials. Books were piled in neat stacks atop of what looked like a desk that had been rescued from the ocean. Along with the lamps on the cavern walls, there were small, simple ornaments. Most of them looked to have been made from broken seashells and driftwood. To his left was, surprisingly, a wardrobe that had an assortment of clothes hung up neatly inside of it. At the bottom of the wardrobe, he was further surprised to find that there seemed to be a small amount of tidily folded trousers.

“What does a merman need with trousers?” He wondered aloud.

“Those are for when I go on shore.”

“Pardon?”

Mink turned his gaze back down to him, raised an eyebrow and have the slightest hint of a smile, “Did you think I stayed in the ocean all the time?”

Noiz returned his gaze with an incredulous one of his own, “How…?”

“With the right spell and a correct cast, you can achieve anything. Even exchanging a tail for a pair of legs.” Mink answered simply, closing his book with a thump and setting it down beside him. He gave his head a little shake, pushed stray strands of what Noiz could now see as rich, gorgeous brown hair away from his face, removed his glasses and folded the carefully before laying them atop of his book. There was a light of amusement in his eyes, of which Noiz was certain his profound and obvious confusion was the inspiration behind it.

Sliding his hand down from his hair to the side of his face, Mink gently cupped his cheek and leaned over, his golden eyes soft, “Is your body alright, Noiz?”

A little flabbergasted at the warmth and concern in the merman’s voice, Noiz blinked hard before giving him a small smile, “Yeah, Hips are sore but it’s nice.”

Mink tilted his head, his eyebrows quirked in confusion, “Nice?”

“Yeah, nice. It’s nice to feel like I was fucked so hard that my legs aren’t going to work right for a while.”

To his surprise, Mink chuckled softly. He gave his head a little shake before leaning back, “You are an odd one.”

“You’ve said that before.” Noiz reminded him playfully.

“And I’m saying it again. It’s worth repeating.”

“You know, you are also very, very strange.” Noiz informed him as he gave his legs another stretch.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” He replied as he rolled over to his stomach, pushed himself to his knees and sat down gingerly. This immediately proved to be a bad idea as a bolt of pain raced up his spine once his butt made contact with the solid ground beneath him. Wincing a little, he shifted around until he found a position that was the least uncomfortable to be in before settling his gaze back on Mink. Concern had replaced mirth, and he could tell Mink was watching him very closely, ready at any moment to reach out and help if he were to need it, “You are very strange.”

Mink merely raised an eyebrow in response.

Taking a moment to straighten his hair, Noiz cast one more quick across the room before continuing, “But there is something undeniably charming in that.”

“Is that so?”

“Is that your favorite response to everything?”

“It is when I’m not entirely certain as to what to say. Would you prefer if I remained silent?”

“No, I like listening to you talk, to be entirely honest.”

Mink chuckled again before sighing softly, “I will uphold my end of the bargain. A vial of my blood is yours to do with what you wish.”

Noiz scratched the side of his head, gave it a little shake and replied, “There’s a ‘but’ coming. I can feel a ‘but’.”

Mink tilted his head, his expression becoming calm and complex. Reaching out, he brushed the backs of his fingers along Noiz’s cheek in a sweet, almost loving gesture. His skin started to tingle pleasantly at the very welcome physical contact. Leaning into the touch, Noiz closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation of Mink’s warm, smooth skin against his own. It was strange. It was a very strange thing – to be this swayed by such a simple gesture. Though, if he were being completely honest, it was though his entire being had been swayed by Mink. He found himself not wanting to move, not wanting to leave, to remain where he could feel this touch, this warmth always. He wondered if his mind was still scrambled and half asleep or if perhaps he had suffered some sort of traumatic head injury without knowing it.

“You are a troublesome one.” Mink spoke up, shaking Noiz from his thoughts.

Opening his eyes, he furrowed his eyebrows confusedly at Mink, unsure as to how to respond.

“You are strange, troublesome, and there is something about you that unhinges me. I do not usually act in such a way but you capable of taking my self-control and easily crushing it with nothing more than a look, a gesture, a word. Normally, I would not allow myself to associate with such an individual. Losing control, becoming unhinged, having my actions decided by the whims of another is not something I enjoying subscribing to but when it comes to you, there is both something that makes me come undone, and draws me ever closer to you. And I find myself fully accepting and enjoying both of those aspects. It is infuriating and if it were anyone else, this conversation would not be happening, but I find myself unable to stand the thought of you leaving. I-“

“You promised to reward me.” Noiz interrupted him.

Now it was Mink’s turn to furrow his brows in confusion. Shifting into a bit of a better position, he reached up to wrap his fingers around Mink’s wrist. Noiz’s skin was burning hot, his chest was so tight that he feared his ribs might break at any moment, at the base of his skull was a pleasant, excited, chattering tingling that swirled in faster and faster circles, and his stomach was doing something odd – he had heard the expression of having butterflies in your tummy so perhaps that was what he was feeling. Thankfully, he managed to keep his face straight and calm. He was not going to show how much of an affect those simple words had had on him. Leaning forward, he brought his face close to Mink’s and smiled mischievously up at him.

“Last night, you promised that if I came without touching that’d I get a reward. Did I not do that?”

“You did.” Mink replied, his hand sliding down to cup the back of his neck. He pulled him forward, close enough that Noiz could easily kiss him. Warmth breath ghosted over his lips as he left his mischievous grin spread into a fully-fledged smirk. Placing one hand in the center of Mink’s chest, a bolt of satisfaction raced through his head at the feeling of his heart beating quickly underneath his palm. It was nice to know that the same affect Mink had on him was returned in full force to the merman. He didn’t quite understand exactly how they could have such a shared powerful effect on one another but this…this was something he wasn’t quite ready to part with. This feeling it was close to addicting, he wanted so much more of it.

“Then you owe me a reward. And I think it should be a very big one given how long you made me wait. After all, I was a very good boy, was I?” He whispered out the last words, tapping his forefinger against Mink’s bare chest with every careful enunciated word. “And good boys deserve good rewards, don’t they?”

“They do.” Mink rumbled softly, his other arm slipping around Noiz’s waist. Their chests smooshed together as Mink squeezed him close. The fingers pressed against the back of his neck began to idly play with the short hair there as vibrant, wanton heat filled those golden eyes. “So, what is it you want, Noiz?”

The tables were being turned on him; he was quickly becoming jelly underneath Mink’s gentle ministrations. This was bad. He was standing in extremely dangerous territory with the window of escape rapidly closing. One more step, and he wasn’t sure what would happen to him. The thing was, though, he couldn’t bring himself to honestly care. As his chance of escape grew smaller and smaller, he didn’t pull away, rather he adamantly pushed closer. This was bad, this was dangerous and he was enjoying every single moment of it. “Hmmm,” he hummed softly, “I don’t know. I’ll need to think about it.”

“Is that so?” Mink replied huskily, a teasing smile spreading across his face. He pressed their foreheads together and murmured, “Well, I suppose you’ll be troubling me for a while.”

“I suppose so. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He asked, his voice breathy and tinged with need.

“I have not yet discerned that but for now,” those eyes, alight with mischievous heat, pierced through him, “I intend to allow myself some foolishness and continue racking up my debt to you.”

White exploded in the center of his head. Smiling stupidly, a genuine laugh, the first he had had in ages, bubbled out from his throat. The window had slammed shut, all chances of escape were completely gone and Noiz was more than willing to stomp out any of the remnants. As Mink leaned down to press a kiss against his smiling mouth, Noiz let himself melt into his arms. He didn’t know what would happen after nor was he entirely sure how everything had ended up at this point but this was far more enjoyable than any travels he had ever been on so he was more than willing to let it play out as it would.

[blueshortsguys]

happy (very late) valentines day @sei-be !! I’m sorry for the delay ; _; hope you like it!

@dmmdvalentinesexpress

[lamp-squid]

Happy (late) Valentines Day @michiruze !!

Sorry about the wait !

[sarumilovemail]

I’m sorry it’s a bit late, but @besttablefork here’s your @dmmdvalentinesexpress gift! I hope you like it u//u and your other gift is here if you wanna check it out! Enjoy~

Once again sorry it’s a bit late

[dmmdvalentinesexpress]

Hi everyone! I hope all have great Valentine and love their gift!

Since there are only few people who not finish their gift yet, and we understand they have some urgent priorities in rl, so we decide to make second deadline on 27th February. It means anyone who still not receive gift until 27th February will be taken care by our pinch hitter to make sure everyone have their gift.

But, even though these giftees already get gift from pinch hitter, you still can finish your gift! If you still finish your gift even though they already get their gift from pinch hitter, we can make it as bonus for their patience in waiting for their gift. If you really can’t finish your gift, don’t worry about the bonus gift since it’s already taken cared by our pinch hitter.

So for participant who not yet finish their gift, good luck! :D

[ayuuka]

@dmmdvalentinesexpress for @m-inku! I hope you like MinSly.

[poipurr]

Better late than never, aaaaa! So so sorry for being so late, @serene-faerie!! Got a little caught up in life, heres my gift to you for the @dmmdvalentinesexpress exchange!! Some kouao for u!!

Thank you for the lovely story!!!

[music-of-dragons]

@keiji05 First off, I am soooooo Sorry this is late, I lost my tablet pen and had to get a new one ;_; Second, Sorry this is really messy, i’m still getting used to my tablet, it’s really confusing! Third I am really happy that I got someone who loved MinKuri! OTP for me ^_^ Mink was a challenge to draw for sure *sigh* It could have been better... But anyways, HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE’S DAY!

[dreaming-shark]

[DMMD fic] Making the Effort

I’m finished with my fic for DMMD Valentine’s express! @mofspades​ , you were my recipient!  I’m sorry for not getting it out on Valentines Day itself, I caught a nasty cold and spent about five days too sick to do anything.  I hope this is worth the wait!

Kourenao, explicit, 5900 words.  

Trust Ren to treat Valentines Day like a matter of life and death.

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Trust Ren to treat Valentine's Day like a matter of life and death.

Okay, Aoba knew that was an exaggeration, but Ren was completely serious and utterly determined to do everything 'right' for the holiday.  He had two different chocolate recipes, dark and milk, with three different kinds of fillings.  It was undoubtedly overkill, but it was sweet and Ren's enthusiasm had rubbed off on Aoba.  

When Aoba asked about how extensive his plans were getting, Ren's expression had gotten very serious as he said, “I want our chocolates to be the best that he receives.”

And really, who could argue with that?  Koujaku got mountains of chocolates from his fans every year.  He was certain to say that Aoba and Ren's were the best no matter what they were like, because Koujaku was the kind of person who would always say things like that, but that was no reason not to try.

So February twelfth found Aoba and Ren in the kitchen preparing the chocolates, since the recipe for the raspberry filled truffles called for them to chill overnight, as Ren had quite sensibly not wanted to be putting the finishing touches on the chocolate the hour before they took it to Koujaku's house.

The kitchen was very warm, since the stove had been on for the last hour, and Aoba was sweating.  Everything smelled wonderful, though, and the first batch of chocolate had cooled enough for Ren to decorate it.  Ren was carefully adding little stripes and swirls to the top of each piece, his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as he worked.

The Allmate Ren was sitting on the kitchen table, holding the printouts with the recipe in his mouth so that they could easily check them.  It wasn't exactly necessary, they could have easily just pulled up the recipes on their coils, but Ren liked to give the Allmate things to do.

“He's still programmed to want to be helpful,” Ren had pointed out.

Aoba's usual thought when Ren was being so cute was to take a picture of him and send it to Koujaku, but he had to refrain for now since Ren wanted to surprise Koujaku with the chocolate.  He could tell Koujaku about it later.

“Do you think I could write Koujaku's name on the top of this?” Ren asked suddenly, “I can get some pretty fine lines...”

“I don't think you'd have enough room for both kanji,” Aoba replied with a smile, “But he'd probably be thrilled if you drew some hearts.”

“That's a good idea!” Ren said brightly, turning his attention back to the chocolates, “I'll do that for these last few.”

“Don't forget we have the second batch in the fridge,” Aoba reminded him, “We've made a lot of chocolate today.”

“I know,” Ren said.  He looked down at the tray of freshly-decorated chocolates and went faintly pink. “Maybe I did go a little overboard...”

“You went totally overboard,” Aoba agreed, and leaned over to kiss Ren's cheek. “But I think it's cute and so will Koujaku.”

Ren went even pinker, “I just wanted to make it special...”

Aoba just smiled, and kissed him again.

By the time they had finished, the thirty best-looking chocolates were safely nestled in a nice box, and Aoba and Ren had eaten so many of the extras that they'd spoiled their dinner.  Even though Aoba had never been the kind of person to care much about Valentines Day, he was looking forward to giving the results of the day's work to Koujaku.

He was looking forward to just seeing Koujaku.  He hadn't seen him for two days, and wouldn't see him for another two.  For reasons Aoba didn't fully understand, the days before Valentines Day were particularly busy for Koujaku.  He suspected it was in part because some of the girls would try to give Koujaku their chocolate early, as a way to make it stand out.  The rest probably wanted to make sure they looked their best for Valentines Day dates.  

He sighed, picked up his coil, and typed a quick message to Koujaku.

'I hope none of your customers are trying to steal you away.  Ren and I miss you.  We'll see you on Valentines Day, right?'

He didn't have to wait long for a response – he wondered if Koujaku was between customers, or if he'd taken a break to reply.

'Of course!  There's no one else I'd rather spend the day with.  There's no need to be jealous.  No matter how nice my customers may be, you and Ren are still my number ones!'

Aoba smiled despite himself, and Ren looked at him.

“Koujaku?” he asked.

“Yeah.  He's being a dork again.”

Ren smiled, “Tell him I love him and I'm looking forward to seeing him.”

Aoba gave Ren a fond smile in return and typed, 'Hippo.  Ren says he loves you, and he's really looking forward to Valentines Day.'

The response was a single image file, which Aoba opened.  It was a close up of Koujaku's hands as he made a heart shape with them.  Aoba groaned out loud and covered his face with his hand.  How had he ended up with such an embarrassing boyfriend?

“What?” Ren asked.

Wordlessly, Aoba showed him the picture and Ren smiled brightly.

“That's so sweet.”

Of course Ren would think so.  He liked all of Koujaku's sappy romantic moves.  But really, it was cute that he did.  Ren was always so earnest, and never hesitated when it came to showing how he felt about his lovers.  Aoba wasn't as good at that, at least not with Koujaku.  It wasn't that he hated Koujaku's sappiness – in fact, he know that he'd miss it if Koujaku ever stopped, even if he wouldn't admit it – but it was just so embarrassing.  Aoba sighed, and laid back on the bed.  Ren laid down next to him, cuddling up with a little sigh of his own.

“We'll see him day after tomorrow,” Ren said.

“Yeah,” Aoba replied, “Y'know, I'm glad Koujaku has you as well as me.”

Ren gave him a curious look.

“I mean... someone who really appreciates all that sappy, romantic stuff he does,” Aoba elaborated, “I feel like he'd get discouraged if he had only me to do that for.”

“Don't be ridiculous!” Ren cried, pulling back to fix Aoba with a disbelieving look, “Koujaku loves you!”

“I know he does, that's not what I meant.  I mean... he's romantic and affectionate and I... get embarrassed and make fun of him when he does that for me.  So I'm glad he's got someone who would spend all day making six kinds of fancy chocolates for him.  I'm no good at gestures like that.  And Koujaku deserves to be appreciated.  Even though he's a sappy hippo.” Aoba finished it with a joke, trying to lighten the conversation a bit.

“Hmm.” Ren's expression was thoughtful. “I don't think he feels unappreciated.  By you or me.  You and Koujaku have always teased each other.  He likes making you flustered.  That's why he does that kind of thing so often.”

Aoba made a noncommittal noise in response.

“But if you're concerned that you don't show Koujaku your appreciation enough, then perhaps doing something special for him on Valentines Day would make you feel better?” Ren suggested.

“Probably,” Aoba conceded.  He did want to show Koujaku how much he loved and valued him.  He should do something special.

But what?

~

It was embarrassing, Aoba thought, taking a look at himself in the mirror, but he did look good and Koujaku would like it.  Ren, too.  Going out shopping without letting Ren know his plans yesterday had been tricky, but it would be worth it to surprise him.

“Aoba!” Ren called up the stairs, “Are you ready to go yet?”

“Almost, hang on just a minute!” Aoba called, and hurriedly pulled on his pants.  There was no backing out of it now.

He quickly combed his hair, grabbed the bag containing his other gift, and hurried down the stairs, where Ren was waiting with the box of chocolates in his hands and an eager expression on his face.

“Alright, I'm ready,” Aoba said, smiling.  He poked his head into the living room, where Tae was watching TV and said, “We're going to Koujaku's.  We're... probably spending the night.”

She knew about them, and Aoba knew that she knew, but sometimes he still felt awkward when it came to acknowledging it to his grandmother, even obliquely like that.  She didn't really mind, since Aoba was clearly happy, but she did find the whole situation a little odd, so they all tried to keep it reasonably discreet.

Tae gave him a glance and sighed, “Alright.  If you change your mind and come home tonight, deal with finding dinner on your own.”

“Okay, Granny,” Aoba said brightly, “See you tomorrow!”

“Have fun,” she said, and turned her attention back to the news.

Aoba held Ren's hand as they walked to Koujaku's apartment.  There were some other couples out walking, too, but not many since it was so cold.  The cafe between the Seragaki house and Koujaku's apartment looked very crowded, and Aoba was glad that they weren't trying to go on a date today.

When they arrived, the door opened before Aoba could even knock on it, and Koujaku reached out to pull him inside and into a tight hug.

“Happy Valentines Day, Aoba!” he said brightly, “I've missed you this week!”

Aoba let out a squeak of protest, and Koujaku released him and gave Ren a hug, too.

“Happy Valentines Day, Koujaku,” Ren said, grinning from ear to ear, “We made you chocolates.”

“You did?  That's so sweet of you.”

Ren held out the box to Koujaku with such puppy-like excitement that Aoba imagined that he could see a tail wagging furiously behind him.  Koujaku accepted it with a smile, and gestured towards the kitchen, “Would either of you like a hot drink?  I've got water heating for tea.”

“That would be great, thanks,” Aoba said, removing his shoes and stepping out of the genkan.

He entered the kitchen behind Koujaku and paused, noticing something – or rather: nothing.  Last year at Valentines Day, Koujaku had been given so many boxes and bags of chocolate he'd brought half of them to the Seragaki house to share.  'So that none of their hard work goes to waste,' Koujaku had explained, but in hindsight it was pretty obvious that Koujaku had been doing his own subtle flirting with Aoba and Ren.

This year, there was only one box of chocolates on the kitchen table.  Aoba recognized the packaging as coming from the fancy chocolatier's shop on Aoyagi street.

Koujaku set Ren's box of chocolates down on the table and picked up the other box.  He held it out to them with a smile.

“These are for you two,” he said, looking a little sheepish, “I hope you don't mind that I bought them instead of making them from scratch.  The batch I tried to make didn't turn out right and I just didn't have time to do a second one.”

“Oh, I don't mind at all!” Ren said brightly.  He took a step forward and kissed Koujaku on the cheek.

“I'm... kind of surprised that you're not swimming in chocolate,” Aoba said, “You normally get a lot.”

“I did get some,” Koujaku admitted, looking a little embarrassed, but trying to hide it, “I rejected them, though.  I mean, I'm not single anymore.”

Aoba laughed, “Ah, Ren, didn't I say you had nothing to worry about?”

“Hm?”

“This guy,” Aoba said, patting Ren on the shoulder, “knew you get a ton of chocolate every year, so he was absolutely determined that the chocolate we made had to be the best.”

“Really?” Koujaku said, looking back to Ren, “Well, if you worked so hard on them, then I'm sure they'd still be the best even if I hadn't turned down the other chocolate.”

Could Koujaku get any more corny?  But Ren's entire face was pink with a very pleased blush, so Aoba didn't say anything.  Koujaku was like that, and Ren enjoyed it.  And besides, wasn't he trying to show how much he appreciated Koujaku today, corniness and all?

“He was so cute about it, too,” Aoba said, “I would've taken pictures for you, but he wanted to surprise you.”

“Of course he was cute,” Koujaku said brightly.  He put his arm around Ren's shoulders and gave him a quick kiss on the nose, “Ren's always cute.”

“Thank you,” Ren said softly.

“Well, since you put so much work into these chocolates, I should try some, shouldn't I?” Koujaku sat down at the kitchen table and opened the box.  “Wow, these look better than some of the chocolates I saw in the store!”

Ren beamed and the compliment, and began pointing out which chocolates were which.  Koujaku dutifully tried one of each type, and praised them all as the best Valentines chocolates he'd ever received.  Aoba would have thought he was just saying that to be a good boyfriend, but Koujaku seemed entirely sincere.  His compliments always did.

Aoba found himself watching maybe a bit too intensely as Koujaku licked his fingertips.  He had always found Koujaku's hands attractive, and the gesture was sexy, even if Koujaku wasn't trying to be provocative by it.  He smiled to himself and picked up one of the caramel filled chocolates.  

“Here,” he said, raising it up to Koujaku's mouth, “Have another one.”

This time it was obvious that Koujaku knew he was being provocative, because he kept eye contact with Aoba as he leaned forward and opened his mouth.  He licked Aoba's fingers as he took the chocolate from them.  He chewed it and swallowed, very deliberately, never looking away.

“Delicious,” he said, licking his lips.

Aoba found himself blushing, but he wasn't going to let Koujaku fluster him this quickly.

“You really think so?” he asked.

“I wouldn't say it if I didn't think so,” Koujaku answered smoothly. “But you should know that they're good.  Didn't you try any of them for yourselves?”

He picked up a chocolate from the box – one of the raspberry truffles – and offered it to Aoba the same way that Aoba had offered him the last one.  His smile was teasing and seductive, and Aoba decided to rise to the bait.  Besides, it wasn't like he didn't like taking advantage of opportunities to kiss Koujaku's fingers.

He hummed with pleasure as he accepted the chocolate, smiling at Koujaku as he did.  A quick sideways glance showed him that Ren was watching their display with obvious interest.

“Ah, but I shouldn't eat your chocolate when you got me and Ren some of our own,” Aoba said, pulling back as though nothing sensual at all had just occurred.

He opened the box that Koujaku had gotten them and pulled out a piece.  “Here, Ren,” he said, holding it up to Ren's mouth, “Tell me how it is.”

Ren wasn't at all fooled, judging by how pink his cheeks had gotten, but he leaned forward and took the chocolate from Aoba.  He didn't lick Aoba's fingers quite the same way Koujaku had, but his lips brushed them so that tingles shot right down Aoba's spine.

“It's very good,” Ren said, “There's some kind of wafer in it.”

“You try one,” he said, picking up a piece of milk chocolate and holding it out.  Ren wasn't as skilled at the subtleties of flirting as Koujaku, but no one could ever say he was a slow learner.  Aoba took the chocolate, and gently sucked the tip of Ren's finger, where it had melted on his skin.  He felt Ren shiver, and smiled at him.  Yes, this day was definitely off to a good start.

The game continued for two more pieces of chocolate, then the mood was rather abruptly broken by the tea kettle coming to a boil, making both Aoba and Ren jump with surprise.  Koujaku laughed at them and got to his feet to go take the kettle off the stove.  

“Would you two still like tea?” he asked. “Or are you doing a perfectly good job of warming yourselves up?”

“I can think of some things I would like more than tea right now,” Ren murmured.

“Oh?” Koujaku asked, in a falsely innocent tone, “Like what?”

“Like you.  And Aoba.  And to be in your nice big bed with you and Aoba,” Ren said, somehow not even blushing despite his blunt words.

There was no way Aoba could possibly keep his composure after Ren had gone and said something like that.  He could feel himself turning bright red and he ducked his head to try and hide it.  Unsuccessfully, he was sure, because his ears and neck were probably as red as his face.

“I've missed you this week,” Ren continued blithely.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Ren,” Koujaku replied, and Aoba could hear the smug smile in his voice, “Do you agree, Aoba?”

Aoba cleared his throat, trying to get himself under control.  He had expected Ren to say something along those lines, after all, he just hadn't expected Ren to be so blunt about it.  He had plans for what he wanted to do today, after all.

“Yeah,” he said, knowing that he was still red, “I actually... um, I have another gift for you two, and the bedroom is the right place for it.”

It was Koujaku's turn to turn bright red, and Aoba smirked at him.  Making Koujaku lose his cool never stopped being entertaining.  He got to his feet and picked up the small bag.

“Well, you've definitely piqued my curiosity,” Koujaku said, “Ren, do you know what he's up to?”

Ren shook his head, “No.  He didn't tell me anything about this.”  He looked intrigued.

Aoba smiled, hoping he looked more seductive than awkward or embarrassed. “Come with me, then.”

He led the way to Koujaku's bedroom, keenly aware of his lovers following behind him.  He basically had them both wrapped around his finger right now, and he liked that feeling.  Doing something this thought-out wasn't exactly normal for him, but Valentines day was very important to both of them.  It was worth it to put the extra effort in to make them happy.

He stopped in front of the bed and turned around to face them.  The naked lust in their gazes thrilled him to his core, and he smiled with anticipation as he opened the bag.

He handed the object inside to Koujaku, who took it and looked at it curiously.

“Lube?” he asked, turning the bottle over in his hands.  He blinked in surprise at the label, and said incredulously, “Chocolate-flavored?”

Aoba blushed again, “It, uh... seemed appropriate for today.  I figured that we could try it, and if we don't like it we can go back to using our regular stuff.”

Ren smiled, “Well, I have no objections.”

He took a step closer, but Aoba held up a hand to stop him.  “That wasn't the gift,” he said quickly, “I found it yesterday and decided to get it as well.”

Ren gave him a curious look, and Aoba gulped.  They were going to see either way, there was no way to chicken out now.

Shyly, he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, revealing the lacy blue panties he had bought so nervously the day before.  They had come with matching bra and thigh-high socks, but Aoba was only wearing the latter.  He had tried on the bra in the privacy of the bathroom and quickly discarded the idea, since it had looked ridiculous over his flat chest.  The panties and socks were obviously enough, judging by the way his lovers were staring at him.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked.

Koujaku was the first one to move, wrapping one arm around Aoba's waist and pulling him into a hungry kiss.  Aoba quickly found himself moaning into Koujaku's mouth and holding onto his arms for balance.  He hadn't realized just how much he had missed Koujaku until this exact moment.  He felt a little bit dazed when Koujaku pulled back.

“You look incredible,” he said heatedly.  He grabbed the hem of Aoba's shirt and tugged it upward, and Aoba raised his arms to let Koujaku remove it.

Koujaku took a step back and looked at Aoba admiringly, “Ah, Aoba, how can I possibly open my gift when the wrapping is so pretty?”

Aoba blushed, “Hippo.”

Ren pulled Aoba into his arms and pressed a kiss to his neck, just below his ear.  Aoba could feel that Ren was already getting hard, the evidence was pressing against his hip.

“I'm sure we can find some things to do without Aoba having to take this off,” he said, his hand drifting lower to fondle Aoba's bottom. “You went to such effort, taking it off too quickly would be such a waste.”

He pushed Aoba towards the bed, and Aoba let himself be herded.  He'd known that they would like this.  They both looked like they could barely keep themselves in check, and it gave Aoba a very heady sense of power.  He could make them react so strongly without really that much effort...

With a smile, he dropped carefully to his knees.  Ren froze above him, and Aoba looked up at him.

“Something like this?” he asked, reaching up to undo the button of his pants.  Feeling his confidence growing, he leaned forward to catch the zipper in his teeth and pull it down, causing Ren to make an absolutely fascinating noise somewhere above him.

He heard Koujaku mutter behind him, “Holy shit.”

Aoba looked over his shoulder to see Koujaku staring at him, with his hand over his mouth and nose.

“Don't get a nosebleed, Koujaku,” he teased, making Koujaku sputter indignantly.

“You little-!  That was one time!”

Aoba laughed, and beckoned Koujaku closer.  Koujaku's scowl quickly disappeared, and he looked excited as he stood next to Ren.  He was still holding the bottle of lube loosely in one hand, so Aoba took it from him and opened it.  He squeezed some out onto his fingers and gave it an experimental sniff.  It certainly smelled like chocolate, and the texture wasn't weird or sticky.  He shrugged internally and pulled Ren's cock out of his pants, giving it a few strokes, spreading the lube over his cock.  Ren was almost fully erect already – it didn't take much to get him excited.  He'd probably been half-hard since they'd started feeding each other in the kitchen.

“Aoba!” Ren gasped.

With his free hand, Aoba tugged at Koujaku's waistband.  “Come on, Koujaku,” he said, “I've got two hands.”

Never let it be said that Koujaku couldn't take a hint.  He pulled his pants down so fast he almost lost his balance, and moaned when Aoba wrapped his hand around his cock and began to pump it gently.  It wasn't as easy as he thought it would be, jerking off both of them at the same time.  It was hard to focus on both of them, but neither Ren nor Koujaku seemed to have any complaints about his technique.

“God, Aoba, you're amazing,” Koujaku breathed.

Aoba thought that Koujaku was easily impressed.  He could do better.  He moved forward and took the head of Ren's cock in his mouth, sucking on it like he'd sucked on Ren's fingers earlier.  Ren moaned loudly, and Aoba felt very satisfied with himself.  The lube didn't taste as good as it smelled, but it wasn't awful and certainly didn't make giving Ren a blowjob any less enjoyable.

He couldn't quite believe he was doing this, let alone that he was enjoying it so much.  Wearing lingerie, on his knees sucking off one man while giving a handjob to another.  This was practically acting out a porno, and somehow that thought just made him more aroused.  He moaned around Ren's cock.

Koujaku's hand settled on his head, his fingers tangling in his hair and tugging – not hard enough to be painful, but enough to send tingles straight down his spine.  Aoba let Koujaku pull him away from Ren, and he took Koujaku's cock in his mouth instead with no hesitation.  He rarely admitted it aloud, but his lovers being controlling and moving him around as they pleased during sex turned him on more than anything else.  He loved knowing that they wanted him that much.

“Koujaku...” Ren protested, but didn't say anything more.  Aoba heard the soft smack of lips from above him.  A quick glance up showed that Koujaku was kissing Ren deeply, and Aoba moaned softly again.

After a moment, Ren's cock nudged the side of his mouth and Ren murmured, “Aoba... me too, please?”

Aoba might have laughed if his mouth weren't full.  Always so polite, even when he was asking for something so lewd.  He let Koujaku's cock slide out of his mouth and went back to Ren's, making both of them moan.  Even with all the things they had done together, Aoba had rarely ever felt so wanted as he did now, with his lovers competing over who got to have his mouth.

He was so hard.  He wanted to touch himself, to relieve some of the pressure building in his groin, but he couldn't neglect Koujaku or Ren.  Not while they were being so insistent.  Besides, he knew from experience that having to wait for his release made it feel much more intense in the end.

He relaxed his throat and took Ren deeper into his mouth, humming around his cock.  Ren bucked his hips involuntarily, almost making Aoba choke, but Aoba managed to keep his focus.  He looked up at Ren, who was gazing down at him with a stunned, almost worshipful expression.

“Aoba,” he said, his voice rough, “Aoba, I love you.”

Aoba hummed again, figuring that Ren would probably recognize it as an “I love you too” even though Aoba couldn't speak.

“Aoba, you're so gorgeous,” Koujaku murmured, low and seductive.  “I wish you could see yourself right now.  You look so erotic like this, like there's nothing in the world you'd rather do than suck Ren's cock.”

Oh, fuck, there was no way Aoba was going to last now that Koujaku had started the dirty talk.  He was embarrassingly weak to it.

“Seeing you like that makes me want to do so many things to you,” he continued, running his fingers through Aoba's hair.

Aoba couldn't resist, and pulled back from Ren long enough to ask, “Like what?”

“Why don't you finish Ren off first, and then I'll show you?”

Aoba shivered, and returned to sucking Ren's cock with renewed fervor.  It was usually pretty easy for him to get Ren off this way, and this time was no exception, as he quickly had Ren twitching in his mouth and gasping his name over and over again.

“Aoba, I'm -”

That was all the warning Aoba got before Ren came with a loud groan, filling his mouth up.  Aoba pulled back and looked up at Ren with a satisfied smile, making a show of licking his lips.  Ren sat down on the bed with a heavy thump, like he'd completely lost control of his legs.

“You're amazing,” Koujaku said, holding his hand out to Aoba and helping him to his feet.  He kissed Aoba tenderly, making goosebumps rise up on his arms.

Aoba deepened the kiss, and Koujaku's hands went to his behind, squeezing Aoba's ass firmly.  Aoba squeaked in surprise when Koujaku suddenly lifted him up, and he wrapped his legs around Koujaku's waist.

He let out a very indignant squawk when Koujaku dropped him onto the bed, but had no time to complain.  Koujaku was crouched over him, his eyes dark with lust as he ran his hands over Aoba's chest.  He pinched Aoba's nipple, making him gasp.

“So sexy,” he murmured, “I never expected you to do something like this.”

“I knew you'd like it,” Aoba said, blushing a little.  He was still surprised at himself for doing something this lewd... “Happy Valentines Day.”

Koujaku kissed him again, his hand sliding down Aoba's chest and stomach to gently rub his cock through the panties.  Aoba moaned, arching up into Koujaku's touch.

“I love you,” Koujaku whispered as he pulled away.  He looked over at Ren, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed and watching them intently, and smiled.  “Hey, Ren, would you hold Aoba for me?”

Ren smiled back, moving onto the bed properly.  He slid in behind Aoba and pulled him up into a sitting position, his back against Ren's chest.

“Like this?” he asked, taking hold of Aoba's hands and pulling them away, so that Aoba couldn't cover himself.  Not that Aoba had any real urge to cover himself at the moment, but Ren putting him on display like this was simultaneously embarrassing and very arousing.

“That's great,” Koujaku said, quickly getting to his feet.  He untied his kimono and shrugged out of it, and pulled his pants the rest of the way off.  God, he looked good.  Aoba hoped he wasn't drooling.

He picked up the bottle of lube from where Aoba had left it on the floor, and opened it, pouring a generous amount on his fingers.  “I should take a picture of you,” he murmured, climbing back onto the bed, “I don't think you've ever looked better.”

He ran his slick fingers down Aoba's stomach and into his panties, teasing the head of his cock.  Aoba's hips jerked involuntarily and he moaned.  Koujaku gave it another quick rub and then removed his hand, making Aoba whine at the loss.  

“So, what do you think?” Koujaku asked.

“Huh?”

“This lube.  I like it.  The texture is nice,” he said, almost conversationally, “It smells good, too.”

He tugged the panties slightly to the side and teased Aoba's hole with his fingertip.  He looked up at Aoba with a smile.  “I think... I'd like to fuck you without taking these off first.  Does that sound good?”

“I want to see that,” Ren said, “I think it would be sexy.”

Koujaku chuckled, “That's two votes for yes.  Aoba, are you going to veto?”  He pushed the tip of his finger inside, enough to give Aoba some stimulation, but no relief.

“I don't care how you do it, I just want you to fuck me,” Aoba whined, spreading his legs wider.

“You're cute when you're being demanding.”

Aoba choked on his retort as Koujaku pushed his finger into him, moaning loudly instead.  He tried his best to relax his muscles as Koujaku prepared him, but it was hard with how eager he was.  Ren's lips caressing his neck didn't exactly help, either.

Koujaku was always slow and methodical when it came to prepping his lovers, and it drove Aoba crazy every time.  Koujaku added a second finger and Aoba rolled his hips, trying to get him to go a little faster, but to no avail.

“You're so impatient, Aoba,” he teased, dropping a kiss onto Aoba's stomach.  “But it's so cute, too.  It just makes me want to tease you more.”

“Koujaku, don't be mean,” Ren chided.  He released one of Aoba's hands and reached down, pressing his palm against Aoba's cock through the panties.  “He must be desperate by now.”

Aoba was.  He was sandwiched between his lovers, almost painfully hard, and Koujaku was going so slow.  Ren's hand on his cock helped, but not enough.

“Please,” he begged, “I need it.  Please, Koujaku... fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Koujaku swore.  He pulled his fingers out of Aoba's ass, making him whine at the loss.  “How can I possibly say no when you ask me like that?”

He moved closer, tugging the panties to the side to expose Aoba's hole.  Aoba wondered how lewd he must look to them right now, but the thought only aroused him more.  He wanted to be lewd for his lovers.  He didn't care how embarrassing it was, he wanted them to know how good they made him feel, even when they were driving him crazy.

He felt like crying with relief when Koujaku lined his cock up with Aoba's hole and gently pushed in.  Koujaku let out a groan, holding still and letting Aoba adjust.

“You feel so good,” he murmured.

Aoba all but screamed when Koujaku started to move.  It still wasn't as hard or fast as he would have preferred, but it was enough, especially with Ren continuing to stroke his cock through the panties.

“Harder!” he begged, and Koujaku obliged, thrusting into him with enough strength that Aoba saw stars behind his eyes.  “Fuck!  More, please...”

“So aroused already?” Ren asked, his voice low and seductive in Aoba's ear, “Did you get like this from sucking my cock, or is Koujaku just that good?”

“Yes!” Aoba gasped, not caring if it made any sense or not.  Ren laughed, and kissed his cheek.

“I love how much you love us,” Ren said, “I love to see how far you'll go to make us happy.”

Aoba didn't think he could last long like this, with Ren whispering such sweet things in his ear and Koujaku fucking him so intensely.  He was going to embarrass himself if he came so quickly.  He tried desperately to think of something gross, but nothing was coming to mind.

“You look so sexy, Aoba,” Ren continued, “I could watch Koujaku fucking you all day.”  He kissed Aoba's ear, and caught the lobe between his teeth and gently tugged it.

That was enough to undo him.  He came with a wail, spilling cum all over his stomach and Ren's hand.

He went slack, collapsing back against Ren's chest and enjoying the way it felt as Koujaku fucked him through the aftershocks of his orgasm.  Ren made a satisfied sound, and lifted his dirtied hand up to Aoba's mouth.  Aoba licked it automatically, and heard Koujaku make a strangled noise.

Koujaku stiffened, and reached for Aoba's hand.  He squeezed it tight as he came, as always.  He carefully pulled out – Aoba had a vague worry about whether the panties would stain, but decided he didn't care – and collapsed heavily onto Aoba, apparently entirely unconcerned about the mess on Aoba's stomach.

“Love you,” he murmured, tilting his head up to give Aoba a kiss.

“Love you too,” Aoba said.  He was beginning to catch his breath, “Shower?”

“Cuddling first,” Ren said firmly.

“But -”

“Nope.  Cuddles,” Koujaku agreed, wrapping his arms tightly around both Aoba and Ren. “I missed you two.  Besides, it's Valentines Day.  You have to cuddle.  It's the rules.”

Aoba laughed, “Oh it is, hmm?”

“Yes.  You have to cuddle for at least ten minutes after Valentines Day sex,” Koujaku said with a smile, “It's a very important rule.”

“Hippo,” Aoba said affectionately.  He turned his head and kissed the only part of Ren he could reach, which happened to be his wrist.  “That was great.”

“It was a very nice gift,” Ren agreed. “It's not something I ever expected you to do.”

Aoba blushed, his sense of embarrassment beginning to return now that he wasn't too aroused to care.  “I just... wanted to do something special today.”

“Well, you certainly did that,” Koujaku laughed cheerfully, “I can't wait to see how you top it for White Day!”

[ahmerst]

[DMMD] Death by Summer Camp [2/2] (NoiAo)

Rating: T

Summary: You die at summer camp, you die in real life. Except when you show up over a decade later to call someone a mouth breather.

Notes: For @artemisgrace, as part of the dmmd Valentine’s express exchange. Many thanks to Blooper-boy for beta'ing.

Chapter one here.

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‭ ‬“So what you‭’‬re telling me is that you have a date,‭”‬ Mizuki said the next evening when Aoba mentioned the text.

‭ ‬“No,‭ ‬I‭’‬m saying he wants to get dinner,‭”‬ Aoba corrected from the bathroom,‭ ‬redoing his ponytail for the third time in ten minutes. ‭ “It‭’‬s a date.‭”

“It‭’‬s‭ ‬dinner.‭”

“You‭’‬re primping,‭ ‬Aoba.‭”

“I want to look good is all,‭”‬ Aoba said.‭ ‬“Since he grew up to be hot,‭ ‬shouldn‭’‬t I at least look presentable‭?‬”

Mizuki appeared behind Aoba in the reflection of the mirror,‭ ‬batting Aoba‭’‬s hands away and fixing his ponytail once and for all.‭ ‬Aoba watched Mizuki‭’‬s reflection shake his head and sigh,‭ ‬a good natured smile on his lips.

‭ ‬“You always look good,‭”‬ Mizuki assured,‭ ‬clapping his hands on Aoba‭’‬s shoulders and squeezing reassuringly.‭

“But I want to look good without looking like I‭’‬m trying,‭”‬ Aoba said.‭ ‬“Like,‭ ‬cute and casual.‭ ‬Cute that says I woke up like this,‭ ‬as opposed to I took four hours to pick jeans and a sweater and make my hair look appropriately messy.‭”

Mizuki clicked his tongue against his teeth as he stepped back,‭ ‬hands held up in surrender.‭ ‬“I haven‭’‬t read enough magazines to know those secrets.‭ ‬Just be yourself.‭ ‬Or like yourself,‭ ‬but with less of an attitude.‭”

Aoba turned to shoot Mizuki an unamused look.‭ ‬“My attitude isn‭’‬t that bad.‭”

“Your attitude is entirely charming,‭”‬ Mizuki said,‭ ‬easy and soft like he was trying to talk down a bear about to charge.‭ ‬“All I‭’‬m saying is not to call him an asshole or kick him under the table.‭ ‬At least until you‭’‬ve got him eating out of the palm of your hand.‭”

“I think I can manage that,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬glancing at his reflection one final time.‭ ‬“And like I told you a million times,‭ ‬it‭’‬s not a date.‭”

----‭

Aoba checked his coil as a chilling wind blew through him.‭ ‬It was nearly seven,‭ ‬and Aoba pulled anxiously at his scarf‭─‬ no,‭ ‬Noiz‭’‬s scarf‭─‬ as he waited for Noiz.‭ ‬Aoba wasn‭’‬t sure what they were going to do.‭ ‬He hadn‭’‬t been given an address to go to,‭ ‬a place to wait.‭ ‬Instead Noiz had told him the cross street to meet at,‭ ‬and when to be there.‭

As the last few minutes before their meeting stretched on,‭ ‬Aoba‭’‬s own attempts to distract himself by people began to fail.‭ ‬Everyone was paired up.‭ ‬They held hands or linked arms,‭ ‬footsteps in sync as they walked by.‭ ‬All happy couples enjoying their Valentine‭’‬s Day while Aoba stood alone.

‭ ‬“Been waiting long‭?‬” came a voice from behind Aoba,‭ ‬startling him out of his gloom.

‭ ‬“Not really,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬turning to see Noiz.

‭ ‬In the low light of the street lamp,‭ ‬Aoba sized Noiz up.‭ ‬In the place of his previous getup was a more relaxed look,‭ ‬a collared shirt peeking out from beneath a comfortably fitted sweater,‭ ‬his slacks an off shade of gray.‭ ‬His shoes now looked like they cost half of Aoba‭’‬s paycheck,‭ ‬instead of the entire thing.

‭ ‬God damn it,‭ ‬he had the effortless casual look going on that Aoba struggled to achieve.‭

“Did you roll out of bed like that or what‭?‬” Noiz said.

‭ ‬“I‭─”‬ Aoba started,‭ ‬unsure of what to say.‭ ‬He was suddenly afraid that he‭’‬d gone too far,‭ ‬falling short of his goal and bottoming out at frumpy and disheveled.‭

“Looks nice,‭”‬ Noiz added.

‭ ‬The short compliment kickstarted Aoba‭’‬s pulse.‭ ‬It then doubled as Noiz‭’‬s‭ ‬hand found its way to the small of Aoba‭’‬s back,‭ ‬the pressure light as he started to walk.

Aoba found his tongue uselessly tied as they passed small cafes and greasy diners.‭ ‬When others walked their way,‭ ‬Noiz‭’‬s hand found its way to settle on Aoba‭’‬s waist,‭ ‬drawing him nearer to make room as they were passed on the sidewalk.‭ ‬Aoba decided he wouldn‭’‬t tell Mizuki about this later,‭ ‬because then he‭’‬d insist it really was a date.

‭ ‬When Noiz stopped,‭ ‬Aoba thought at first they’d gotten lost. Before them was a well-lit restaurant,‭ ‬a patio encircled by a wrought iron fence between them and the door.‭ ‬Heat lamps glowed next to outside tables already set with silverware and a flickering candle that served as a centerpiece.‭ ‬Romantic was Aoba‭’‬s first impression,‭ ‬expensive was his second.

‭ ‬A host came to greet them,‭ ‬two menus in hand as he asked if they had reservations.‭ ‬Noiz gave his last name,‭ ‬and Aoba was glad he hadn‭’‬t tried to spell in on the Valentine he made so long ago.

‭ ‬“So how was,‭ ‬uh,‭ ‬work and all‭?‬” Aoba said as they were seated,‭ ‬unsure of what to talk about.

‭ ‬“Really‭?‬” Noiz asked,‭ ‬narrowing his eyes in mock disappointment.‭ ‬“After all this time,‭ ‬you‭’‬re going to make small talk‭?

“What else am I supposed to talk about‭?‬” Aoba said,‭ ‬grabbing his menu and hiding behind it.‭

“Did you miss me‭?‬” Noiz asked.

‭ ‬Aoba peered over his menu,‭ ‬cheeks flushing with heat.‭ ‬“Excuse me‭?‬”

“We haven‭’‬t seen each other in over a decade.‭ ‬Did you miss me‭? ‬Did you think about me‭?‬”

“To think such a cute,‭ ‬quiet kid would turn out to be as brash as you,‭”‬ Aoba sniffed,‭ ‬eschewing Mizuki‭’‬s advice.

“You thought I was cute‭?‬” Noiz coaxed.

‭ ‬Aoba pretended not to hear the question,‭ ‬hyper focused on his menu instead.‭ ‬He was in the middle of deciding between the mushroom risotto and the white wine fettuccine when Noiz pulled his menu away.

‭ ‬“I missed you,‭”‬ Noiz said bluntly.‭ ‬“I thought about you,‭ ‬and I still think you‭’‬re cute.‭”

“Oh,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬needing several breaths to let the words sink in.‭ ‬“Wow.‭ ‬I can‭’‬t say I was expecting that.‭”

“I asked you to dinner,‭”‬ Noiz said pointedly.‭ ‬“On Valentine‭’‬s day.‭”

Aoba could hear Mizuki‭’‬s voice in his head,‭ ‬telling Aoba it was a date.‭ ‬And it...‭ ‬was.

Before Aoba could respond,‭ ‬the server was at their table,‭ ‬chipper as he asked them for their orders.‭ ‬Aoba forgot entirely what he‭’‬d been thinking of,‭ ‬and instead blurted that he wanted the special.‭ ‬Noiz asked for the same.‭ ‬Aoba had no idea what the special was.

‭ ‬“I guess you‭’‬re pretty cute,‭ ‬even now,‭”‬ Aoba admitted as the server left.‭ ‬He kept his eyes on the candle between them.‭ ‬“And I did wonder what happened to you.‭”

“For starters,‭ ‬I didn‭’‬t die after summer camp,‭”‬ Noiz said.‭ ‬“My parents decided I was a shitty kid and that we should move back to Germany,‭ ‬which I guess they thought would make me less shitty.‭”

Aoba frowned at Noiz‭’‬s mention of parents.‭ ‬They had seemed strange,‭ ‬even back then.‭

“It didn‭’‬t,‭”‬ Noiz added.

‭ ‬“I‭’‬m sure you weren‭’‬t a bad kid,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬reflexively wanting to comfort Noiz.

‭ ‬“To my parents I was,‭ ‬and they were the ones making decisions.‭”

Noiz‭’‬s voice was flat and distant as he spoke,‭ ‬and Aoba looked up to find his gaze averted,‭ ‬eyes dulled.‭ ‬Aoba reached out with one hand,‭ ‬laying it over Noiz‭’‬s and gently taking it in his own.‭ ‬This was kind of weird and deep,‭ ‬but Aoba reasoned that Noiz had started it.‭ ‬As his thumb smoothed its way along Noiz‭’‬s palm,‭ ‬Aoba could feel the flat scar that spanned it.‭ ‬The contact seemed to snap Noiz back,‭ ‬his eyes bright and present as he met Aoba‭’‬s gaze.

‭ ‬“Anyway,‭ ‬they‭’‬re not important anymore,‭”‬ Noiz said.‭ ‬“I have more interesting things in my life now.‭”

Aoba didn‭’‬t miss the way Noiz‭’‬s eyes regarded him with a certain sharpness,‭ ‬making his blood run hot.

‭ ‬“That‭’‬s‭─‬ that‭’‬s good,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬swallowing thickly,‭ ‬working up what little nerve he had before speaking again. “I think you should definitely pursue your interests,‭ ‬then.‭”

The wolfish grin Noiz shot Aoba let him know that was the plan.

---

‭ ‬Dinner passed in a blur of conversation and eating.‭ ‬As Aoba‭’‬s nerves settled,‭ ‬his tongue unwound and speaking became easier.‭ ‬He found out more about Noiz than he‭’‬d ever known before.‭ ‬Noiz‭’‬s family was a mix of Japanese and German,‭ ‬and he spoke both languages with total fluency. He‭’‬d spent his childhood bandied back and forth between the countries,‭ ‬and continued in adulthood to travel between the two as often as his family business dictated.‭ ‬He had a younger brother who did the same.‭

But there were things Aoba noticed about Noiz that were unspoken.‭ ‬He had an array of scars and scrapes,‭ ‬some faded and old,‭ ‬some new and reddened.‭ ‬He was reckless in his movements,‭ ‬unfazed when they stood from dinner and his hip caught on the edge of the chair,‭ ‬not even the smallest wince elicited from him when his finger was momentarily caught in the front door on the restaurant as they left.

‭ ‬Aoba didn‭’‬t comment on it,‭ ‬but it piqued his curiosity regardless.‭

Noiz offered Aoba a ride home,‭ ‬and Aoba made no effort to feign that he didn‭’‬t want to impose.‭ ‬Their date was coming to its end,‭ ‬and despite the anxious twist his stomach did each time they brushed against each other,‭ ‬and the way his throat would tighten when he spoke,‭ ‬he didn‭’‬t want it to.

‭ ‬The ride back was quiet without being uncomfortable,‭ ‬and over all too soon.‭ ‬As the car pulled up to the curb,‭ ‬Aoba found his hands fidgeting in his lap,‭ ‬unwilling to unbuckle his seatbelt.

‭ ‬“That scarf looks better on you than it ever did on me,‭”‬ Noiz said as he killed the engine.‭

“Oh,‭ ‬uh.‭ ‬Thanks,‭”‬ Aoba mumbled.‭ ‬“It looked really good on you too,‭ ‬though.‭”

Noiz snorted,‭ ‬his fingers tapping on the wheel.‭ ‬He seemed equally as apprehensive about letting this end.‭

“You know,‭ ‬I liked that valentine you made me,‭”‬ Noiz admitted,‭ ‬reaching to unbuckle his own seatbelt.‭ ‬“And I hope you liked mine.‭”

Aoba ran his hand along the scarf that Noiz had given him.‭ ‬He was about to say how much he liked it when Noiz leaned over.‭ ‬Not to kiss Aoba,‭ ‬but to reach into the backseat of the car.‭ ‬There was a rustle and crinkle before Noiz drew back,‭ ‬a box held in one hand,‭ ‬a bouquet of flowers in the other.‭ ‬Both were instantly familiar.

‭ ‬“Oh my God,‭”‬ Aoba bleated,‭ ‬shocked as the presents were pushed artlessly into his arms.‭ ‬“It‭’‬s official,‭ ‬I was a dumb kid.‭”

“I‭’‬m starting to think you‭ ‬might be a dumb adult,‭ ‬too,‭”‬ Noiz said.‭ ‬“What with your mouth breathing starting up again.‭”

Aoba quickly shut his mouth and swallowed down the knot forming in his throat.‭ ‬The bouquet was much like the first one,‭ ‬though fuller than before.‭ ‬But the box was identical,‭ ‬the golden script still impossible for him to understand.‭ ‬Now he knew why it‭’‬d escaped him before‭; ‬it was in German.

‭ ‬“Of course I liked your Valentine‭─‬ back then,‭ ‬and now,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬unable to suppress a smile as he opened the box.‭ ‬“But,‭ ‬uh,‭ ‬I might need some help figuring out which is which again.‭”

“I think I can do that,‭”‬ Noiz said,‭ ‬leaning over to pluck the same cream-filled chocolate he‭’‬d taken in their childhood.

‭ ‬They were halfway through the box before Aoba had to admit to himself this couldn‭’‬t go on forever.‭ ‬As much as he wanted it to continue,‭ ‬his prolonging of the inevitable slowly turning the atmosphere uneasy.‭ ‬He quietly put the lid back on the chocolates and started to unbuckle himself,‭ ‬hugging his gifts to himself to say goodbye.

‭ ‬“Wait,‭”‬ Noiz said,‭ ‬his hand grasping at Aoba‭’‬s upper arm.‭

In a swift motion Aoba was tugged closer to Noiz,‭ ‬his face turning to see what Noiz wanted.‭ ‬Aoba barely had time to blink before Noiz‭’‬s lips were pressed against his own,‭ ‬chapped and warm.‭ ‬Though his pulse sped,‭ ‬Aoba‭’‬s body relaxed into the kiss,‭ ‬his eyes shutting as he returned the affection.‭ ‬His stomach squirmed like it had as a child,‭ ‬his adult self now able to identify why.

‭ ‬Neither of them pulled back from the first kiss as it became a second and a third before they began to blend together.‭ ‬When Aoba sighed into the kiss,‭ ‬Noiz‭’‬s tongue skimmed over his lips before pressing forward.‭ ‬Aoba‭’‬s hold on his flowers became crushingly tight as Noiz‭’‬s tongue glanced against his own and explored his mouth.

‭ ‬When they drew back at last,‭ ‬Aoba found he was mouth breathing again.‭ ‬God,‭ ‬he had to get that under control.‭

“I wanted to know what the strawberry chocolate tasted like,‭”‬ Noiz explained,‭ ‬the satisfied look on his face saying that wasn‭’‬t the sole reason behind the kiss.

‭ ‬“There are probably better ways to figure that out,‭ ‬but okay,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬too flustered to say anything else.

‭ ‬Noiz shrugged.‭ ‬“Better to be direct.‭ ‬Speaking of which,‭ ‬we should do this again.‭”

Aoba nodded.‭ ‬He couldn‭’‬t think of a reason to say no.

‭ ‬“Breakfast it is then,‭”‬ Noiz said with all the finality that left no room for argument.

‭ ‬“I‭─‬ sure.‭ ‬Alright,‭”‬ Aoba said,‭ ‬trying not to think of how much he dreaded waking up early.‭ ‬But he‭’‬d done it for Mizuki,‭ ‬and he could‭ ‬do it for Noiz.‭ ‬“I‭’‬ll see you then.‭”

Aoba didn‭’‬t look back as he left the car,‭ ‬jogging up the steps to his apartment.‭ ‬The lights were already on,‭ ‬the door unlocked as Aoba let himself in with his gifts pinned beneath one arm.‭ ‬The compact living room smelled faintly of popcorn,‭ ‬the television screen airing a romantic comedy with generic actors.

‭ ‬“So‭?‬” Mizuki asked,‭ ‬looking up from the couch.‭ ‬He had a pint of ice cream in one hand,‭ ‬a spoon in the other.‭ ‬He looked strangely empowered.

‭ ‬Aoba came around to‭ ‬the couch,‭ ‬laying the flowers across the coffee table before sitting with a soft thud.‭ ‬He traded his box of chocolates for Mizuki‭’‬s ice cream,‭ ‬spooning a bite into his mouth as he relaxed back into the cushions.‭ ‬With the excitement of his night out wearing off,‭ ‬he was ready to unwind.

‭ ‬“It was good,‭”‬ Aoba said.

‭ ‬“And‭?‬” Mizuki coaxed.‭ ‬Aoba could nearly hear his eyebrows quirking.

‭ ‬“And...‭”‬ Aoba continued,‭ ‬taking the spoon out of his mouth as he finally let himself acknowledge the truth aloud.‭ ‬“I‭’‬ll admit‭ ‬it.‭ ‬You were right‭─‬ it was a date.‭”

[amaryka]

Happy late Valentines Day @xtinycreeperx!  I was your secret valentine!  When you said you likes a lot of AU’s and mentioned single dad au and how much you love KouNoi, I simply couldn’t resist.  I was just lucky I kinda already had Dadjaku vibes from my ask blog <3.  But ANYWAYS!

KouNoi AU in which Koujaku just moved to a new place, trying to escape the memories associated with his old house with his former wife (I was thinking Fem!Aoba, but its really whoever you want) but he mostly, does it for Beni, who hasn’t really smiled since his mother’s death about three months ago.  they came to a new place for a fresh start after tragedy struck their little family.

Meanwhile, Noiz is a disgruntled college student who doesn’t get paid enough for this shit, but before he knows it, he is attached to Beni and visa versa.  In fact Beni gets upset when Theo gets better and start babysitting him again.  Noiz figures hanging out with Beni and annoying his over protective dad is more entertaining than homework he’s too smart for.

He teaches Beni a few cuss words and how to own at Mario Kart, but it’s not long before Koujaku becomes accustom to his presence too and something starts to bloom there.  Beni sees it before they do though, and he practically drags them into a relationship and it is glorious.

I am sorry again for being late, hope it was worth the wait!

[kaleidoscope13579]

Surprise! This is my Valentine’s Day exchange gift to @bucky-sweest-lover I hope you like it! Sorry, I’m so late!!! I’m also sorry for my crappy phone camera!

[pthhpth]

for @frost-sentoki​ i`m your secret giftee! i really hope you like it, Aoba is giving you chocolates in a heart shaped box!