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This strip is an OBVIOUS exaggeration. I mean... I do NOT run. ;P

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chase forever down 9/31

chase forever down | 9/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~3100 words

When Atsushi stepped out of the bathroom in his small dormitory apartment, Akutagawa was standing just on the other side of the open door.

Atsushi wasn’t particularly proud of the noise he made, nor the fact that he jumped a solid three feet straight in the air; fortunately it was still early enough in the day that few if any of his coworkers were also home to bang on the walls in aggravation at the disturbance.

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“What the hell are you doing in my apartment!?” Atsushi managed, one hand braced on the wall and the other pulled tight in the front of his shirt, staring in disbelief at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa tilted his head. “I had no idea you could reach that pitch.”

“What are you doing here? Why are you—how are you inside—?” Atsushi turned; the front door was still locked. Akutagawa inclined his head back toward the traditional window, which was sitting open, and Atsushi let out a loud noise of aggravation.

“KNOCK! LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!”

Akutagawa stepped aside when Atsushi stormed to the window, planting his palms inside the frame and looking around. Then he looked back at Akutagawa, and a few Rashomon tendrils waved from his coat. Atsushi hung his head. “What the fuck? Why didn’t you just, I don’t know, text?”

“I don’t need to feed,” Akutagawa said. They had met up just yesterday, but the meeting had been very quick, just long enough for Akutagawa to take some blood before they went their separate ways. “You live here?”

“With Kyouka-chan,” Atsushi said, and Akutagawa’s mouth twisted into a more neutral expression. “If you didn’t need to feed, why didn’t you just call? You can text things other than addresses, you know.”

Akutagawa didn’t answer him at first, lingering where he stood and watching Atsushi with that same neutral expression. Something about it felt off, and Atsushi wasn’t certain what it was, but it was raising the hairs on the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

The question finally cracked the neutral expression, as Akutagawa clearly didn’t expect it. He blinked in surprise; abruptly, his eyes softened. Atsushi was even more weirded out. “I just…wanted to see you, weretiger.”

“See me? I’m right here.” Atsushi didn’t move away from the window, but Akutagawa crossed the room to him, barefoot on the tatami, and, ever so gently, touched Atsushi’s face. Akutagawa’s thumb was a little rough, brushing over his cheek, and Atsushi sighed, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth when Akutagawa leaned in to kiss him. “You’re horny,” Atsushi said against his mouth, and Akutagawa scowled, drawing back slightly.

“I know myself better than that.”

“Do you?” Atsushi put both his hands against Akutagawa’s chest, their noses almost touching. “Will you be hard, if I touch you right now?”

It was very satisfying when color flooded Akutagawa’s cheeks. His scowl deepened. “That has nothing to do with—” Atsushi halted him by kissing him again, which was immensely fun, and Akutagawa hummed angrily against his mouth.

“You came all this way to get a piece of my ass,” Atsushi said, now delighted with this information. Akutagawa’s flush deepened in anger; he made to shove Atsushi away, but Atsushi had both his hands in the front of Akutagawa’s coat now. “You don’t need to feed, you just need to get laid.”

“You are making fun of me.”

“Little bit.” Atsushi smirked at him, and Akutagawa glowered for a moment before looking away, sullen. He kept hold of Akutagawa, leaned in close, and said, “Kyouka-chan is on a girls’ shopping trip with Naomi-chan and Yosano-san; we have a couple of hours before they’ll be back…”

“Who is the one here looking to get laid, weretiger?” Akutagawa caught his hands by the wrists and tugged them from his coat, holding them spread apart. “You get a taste and you think you’re unstoppable, is that it?”

“Why are you here, then?” Atsushi challenged him. “You don’t need to feed and you don’t want to fuck, then what is it?”

They glared at each other, faces still close; from outside the open window the barest snatches of conversation drifted past; Dazai’s sing-song voice easily identifiable and clearly up to the business of Bothering Someone. Akutagawa’s face froze in place at his voice, and Atsushi leaned in ever closer and said, “you want to get fucked where Dazai-san might hear you, is that it?”

Atsushi was usually quicker than Rashomon, but Akutagawa also didn’t usually have him by the wrists. He yelped and yanked his head to the side as the bladed tendril whiffed by where he was a split second earlier, slicing his cheek enough to draw a thin line of blood. “Hey!”

“Never say that again.”

He yanked himself free and smeared the blood on his cheek with his thumb. “Well, that clearly struck a nerve.”

Akutagawa was fuming, standing in place and almost vibrating with rage, Rashomon roiling along his shoulders and down his back. Atsushi didn’t back down, arms folded as he glanced down between them. “If you weren’t hard before, you definitely are now,” he said, noting the bulge straining Akutagawa’s pants, and this time stayed perfectly still as a host of Rashomon tendrils blasted past and thudded into the wall behind him, just shy of the window. “Don’t fuck up my apartment.”

“You dare,” Akutagawa breathed, shoulders shaking.

Atsushi chewed on his bottom lip and stared at Akutagawa. Things were clicking into place, suddenly, and damn his sense of self-preservation.

“You want him to hear, don’t you?” Atsushi was musing now, less intent on riling him up further than unraveling this thread. “You want him to know that you’re enjoying yourself, that you don’t need…” his eyes widened, and when he looked up he realized that Akutagawa’s eyes had widened as well, the anger dripping off him to reveal something else entirely; something scared, vulnerable.

“Did Dazai-san fuck you?”

For a split second, it was as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. Akutagawa’s eyes flared red. “NO!”

“Your voice thing doesn’t work on me.”

“I am not doing my voice thing—” Akutagawa lunged at him and Atsushi wasn’t prepared for that, Akutagawa got his hand in the front of Atsushi’s shirt and they went to the floor together, Akutagawa still snarling mad. “I never let him fuck me, weretiger, don’t you fucking dare assume—!”

“But you wanted him to!” Atsushi’s voice rose to match his, palm pushing against Akutagawa’s face, attempting to dislodge him. “I don’t give a fuck if you wanted him to or even if you did, but you’re acting like a fucking lunatic right now—!”

“The only thing I want,” Akutagawa growled, both of his hands curled in the collar of Atsushi’s shirt, holding him up off the floor, “is you.”

Atsushi froze, chest heaving. Akutagawa was coiled over him, coat spilling over the tatami, and he hung his head, eyes squeezed closed and refusing to look at Atsushi; as if he were afraid to see Atsushi’s reaction. Atsushi wet his lips, and reached out toward Akutagawa’s face again—but before he could make contact, there was a knock at the door.

“Atsushi-kun?” Dazai’s voice, normal, serious. Atsushi turned his head toward the door; after a moment, without prompting, Akutagawa slid off him, and Atsushi hoisted unsteadily to his feet. He glanced at Akutagawa, who stood with his head still down—and then crossed the room to the door.

“Sorry, Dazai-san,” Atsushi said, cracking the door. “I was a little busy. What’s wrong?”

It was only Dazai standing outside his door; Atsushi had been afraid for a moment that Kunikida would be with him. Dazai looked over Atsushi’s shoulder and it took every ounce of effort for Atsushi not to glance back and see if Akutagawa was standing in Dazai’s line of sight.

“I was just making certain you were okay, Atsushi-kun. Things seemed like they were getting a little…loud.”

“Yeah,” Atsushi said, trying and failing to keep the nervousness out of his voice. “It’s fine. I’m, I’m fine. Just…had the television up too loud.” He laughed, which made it sound even worse.

Dazai gave him a long, scrutinizing look. “Okay,” he said, and then his voice switched to cheery, about to cause problems on purpose mode. “If you need anything you know where to find me!”

“Yes, thank you, Dazai-san,” Atsushi said. Once he saw Dazai off he closed the door, hanging his head for a moment and exhaling.

When he turned around, Akutagawa was gone.

=====

For good or ill, Atsushi definitely had Akutagawa’s scent memorized by now, and while he couldn’t easily track someone like a hound dog it wasn’t hard to follow Akutagawa. He popped up over the edge of a roof and crouched on the lip, to find Akutagawa standing on the opposite side of the roof, his back toward Atsushi, arms folded and shoulders stiff.

Without rising from his crouch, Atsushi said, “you left your phone. Guess it fell out of your pocket.” He held up Akutagawa’s phone in his hand, and Rashomon darted back and snatched it from him, all without Akutagawa turning in his direction. He said nothing in response but did tilt his head to the side.

Atsushi sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you freak out; I crossed a line.”

Akutagawa’s voice was strained in a way he’d never heard before. “My relationship with Dazai-san is more complicated than you will ever understand, weretiger.”

“Tell me about it.” He rose from his crouch and shuffled slightly onto the roof itself, some loose gravel crunching under his boots. “I just thought you’d, you know, enjoy it. Get off on the thrill, or something.” He shrugged, loosely, and Akutagawa exhaled a bitter chuckle. “Why did you come to see me today?”

Akutagawa still didn’t move, and Atsushi ventured a few steps closer. “Because I did want to see you. Why is that truly so hard for you to grasp?”

“Because you don’t do things like that.” Atsushi was close enough now, without any violence from Rashomon, so he hopped up onto the ledge beside Akutagawa and sat, kicking his heels over the side of the building. “I mean, this thing between us is weird, right? We’re going out, but you use me as a walking blood bank. And we try to kill each other, on average, at least once a week. The script keeps changing on me, no wonder I can’t keep up with it.”

When he glanced up at Akutagawa, it was to see his jaw clenched. A muscle slid in his jaw and he was focused on something in the distance, but Atsushi didn’t take his eyes off Akutagawa’s expression. “I have become remarkably fond of you in a very short amount of time,” Akutagawa said, finally. “It is…distressing.”

“That’s one word for it,” Atsushi said and blinked in surprise when Akutagawa, too, sat down.

Akutagawa looked at his hands, laying in his lap. “I was already a monster before I became this,” he said. “I am an aberration, something that is not meant to walk among men as if I was one still.” Atsushi watched him quietly, and Akutagawa cocked his head, looking back out over the city. “And yet you approach me with something less than fear. Even knowing my true nature, you offer yourself to me without guile, not even seeking recompense. I don’t understand you.”

“That’s because I don’t care what you are,” Atsushi said. “I care who you are. My friends are important to me, and yes, I considered you one even before this.” Atsushi tilted his head and wobbled his hand. “Well, I considered you something. I cared about whether you lived or died, at least.”

Akutagawa exhaled a small noise of amusement and looked over at him finally. “Your heart is so pure, and yet you want to give it to me.”

Atsushi snorted. “You haven’t seen my dreams lately, nothing pure about what I’ve thought about doing to you.”

There was a moment of horrified silence, because Atsushi hadn’t meant to say any of that, and he clapped his hand over his mouth, blushing bright red. Finally, Akutagawa laughed properly and covered his own mouth because he seemed to forget himself. “Oh,” he said, slyly. “Like what kind of things?”

Atsushi’s ears were hot, he looked away, blush nearly incandescent on his face. “Well, it’s not like it’s super kinky or anything,” he said.

“No surprise there.”

He whirled, glaring at Akutagawa, arms folded across his chest. “Hey!”

“Please, weretiger, continue.” Akutagawa’s amusement was open, and this made Atsushi feel better, too; like he hadn’t horribly screwed things up being an idiot as usual. He sighed, and rubbed his nose, still blushing furiously.

“The other night I had a dream where I was fucking you against the wall,” he said. “You had both your legs up over my hips and all, I was literally the only thing holding you up and it was—” he swallowed, the dream rushing in his ears, and couldn’t think of a way to describe it. “I had to wash my futon again.”

Akutagawa wet his lips, leaned over on one hand, and stared at Atsushi. “You messed your futon?”

“It was a really good dream,” Atsushi muttered. He looked up at Akutagawa again, who was very clearly sizing him up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“For someone who can be so sharp, it is incredible how your other edge is dull to the point of obliviousness.”

It took a moment, properly illustrating Akutagawa’s point.

Atsushi looked around and waved both hands, palm up, at Akutagawa. “Wait,” he said. “Wait, wait, wait, you don’t mean to—we’re outside!”

“On the roof of the tallest building in several blocks.” He inclined his head back toward the rooftop access, which provided a shielded lee, eyebrow raised. “Unless you aren’t interested in making your dreams a reality today?”

Atsushi dragged both of his hands down his face, blushing entirely too hard. He peeked through his fingers at Akutagawa, smirking away, and groaned. “That’s not fair.”

“What a shame, and here I thought you’d be up to the task.”

Atsushi leaned on his hand and grabbed Akutagawa by the cravat with the other, yanking him in close. “If we get arrested I’m going to kill you,” he hissed, and kissed him.

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Atsushi was properly nervous that they could be seen or otherwise caught—but only for a few minutes, because then Akutagawa was out of his pants and Atsushi was kneeling in front of him, eye level with his cock, and everything else was forgotten. He stroked Akutagawa slowly, amazed at how sticky-slick his cock already was, and then had a thought.

“Don’t you need lube?” he asked, hand on Akutagawa’s thigh. “How am I gonna get it in—?”

“Let me worry about that,” Akutagawa hummed, tugging Atsushi up by his necktie. Atsushi relented, kissing Akutagawa, and Akutagawa helped loosen his pants on his hips, unbuckling his belt and freeing Atsushi from his underwear. Atsushi shuddered at Akutagawa’s fingers, working delicately—but then Akutagawa nosed down his neck and bit him.

The rush of pleasure was heady and helped speed him along the way to fully hard. Atsushi gasped slightly when Akutagawa disengaged—it had been but a brief taste. “There,” Akutagawa murmured, shifting his weight to one leg and sliding the other up Atsushi’s side. “Come on then, weretiger. Fuck me.”

Atsushi, inhibitions lowered, didn’t even think about further prep. Stripes and fur ran up both his arms as he hoisted Akutagawa against him, and Akutagawa let off a shudder of surprise when Atsushi’s furred hands gripped his bare skin. “Oh,” Akutagawa groaned, as Atsushi slid his cock against him, looking for purchase.

Then the head of his cock caught Akutagawa’s rim and forced in.

Akutagawa keened, shoulders back against the wall of the rooftop access and knees pressed into Atsushi’s sides. Atsushi held him there effortlessly, just barely on his cock, and Akutagawa panted, his hands pressed flat to Atsushi’s shoulders.

Atsushi’s eyes had gone to glittering gold, staring up at Akutagawa; he didn’t realize it, but fur was starting to creep down the sides of his face as well. Akutagawa licked his lips and groaned hoarsely, about to say something dry and probably sarcastic, so Atsushi took the words directly out of his mouth by letting gravity interfere and releasing Akutagawa to sink down the rest of the way on his dick.

“FUCK,” Akutagawa wasn’t yelling, but he definitely moved away from an indoor voice; Atsushi imagined his cock had punched the word right out of Akutagawa’s lungs. He held Akutagawa still and let him squirm, adjusting the angle as necessary, and when Akutagawa’s bony knees were no longer leaving impressions on his hips, Atsushi leaned in and really started to move.

And, okay, yeah, this was definitely better than his dream.

He shifted his weight, claws leaving bright red streaks of blood welling up along Akutagawa’s skin, it streaked along his skin and stained drops into his fur. Atsushi licked the back of his hand clean, fucking hard into Akutagawa, and Akutagawa’s head went back, nearly impacting with the wall as his shoulders did.

“Careful,” Atsushi growled, voice gone to gravel, and Akutagawa twisted Atsushi’s tie in his hand, hissing “harder.”

Atsushi returned his hand to Akutagawa’s side, gripping tight, and proceeded to fuck Akutagawa stupid.

=====

Akutagawa lay on his side, head pillowed in Atsushi’s lap and his coat covering him almost completely. Atsushi had considerately pulled his pants up first, and let Akutagawa doze against him, hand on his back as he watched the shadows grow long across the city.

He must have dozed off slightly himself because he awoke to Akutagawa faintly tracing the inseam of his trouser leg with his finger. Akutagawa seemed to sense that he was awake now, because he said, “there is a vein that runs…here. It is quite delicious.”

“Oh yeah?” Atsushi said, carding his fingers through Akutagawa’s coarse hair. Akutagawa rolled his head and Atsushi stopped—then offered his wrist. Akutagawa bit without hesitation, and Atsushi shuddered as well, the soft trill of pleasure not waking his cock this time, but leaving him still warm and sated.

Akutagawa sighed, licked his lips, and closed his eyes again. Then, a smirk tugged across his features. “Well, then. What other dreams have you had about me, weretiger?”

Atsushi leaned over Akutagawa, brushed his hair off his ear, and began to softly describe them.

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[dryderpunk]

And they were roommates

Featuring censored hand holding

[9thbutterfly]

Reasons for happiness:

Finally felt inspired to write something, even if it was "just" an opening post for our virtual tavern. (We have a tradition, at a message board where I've hung out basically since I started using the internet, of starting a new general chat thread every so often, and it's always a different, more-or-less improbable place. Now I've made it an enchanted forest, and I had a lot of fun writing the description.)

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It’s day 30 of the #smarchvinylchallenge by @brandudesrecordvault: You’re The Best…Around: Favorite Band. The Beatles - s/t AKA The White Album (Apple, 1968/2014) I hate picking favorites, but these four lads from Liverpool are so deeply rooted in my musical life that it’s hard NOT to use them as the answer to this question. And what better album to exemplify their varieties of creativity than this crazy patchwork, their only double album? #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylgram #vinylgeek #vinylcollector #marchvinylchallenge #records #smarch #vinylcommunity #vinylgram https://www.instagram.com/p/CqbrCVQgxll/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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It's been the smarchiest weather this week

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Lousy Smarch Weather...

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Pls enjoy x

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lousy search weather

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chase forever down 15/31

chase forever down | 15/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~2100 words

Atsushi’s head bounced against the concrete once, and he uncrossed his eyes. He’d been thrown half a block easily, and managed to rebound off the side of a building only to get hit midair with an extraordinarily large piece of rubble that he very luckily wasn’t pinned by. He rubbed his palm over his eyes once, frowned at the blood on his hand, and when a shadow cut over him, he squinted up at Akutagawa.

“Whoa,” he said. “Hit my head hard enough to hallucinate Akutagawa.”

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A second piece of rubble came flying their way, and Rashomon rippled from Akutagawa’s coat, slicing the concrete slab right in half without moving. The rush of debris flying past sent the hem of his coat fluttering, and blasted a fresh coat of concrete dust over Atsushi.

Akutagawa’s heel landed on Atsushi’s shoulder, pinning him back to the ground. “Who is a hallucination?” he asked, leaning in, eyes glinting dangerously.

Atsushi blinked up at him, sneezing dust from his lungs. “Hey, I hit my head,” he complained, and Akutagawa put his weight on Atsushi’s shoulder for a full moment longer before relenting. Atsushi crawled to his feet, sneezed again, and leaned over, scrubbing both of his hands through his hair, shaking as much grime free as he could. “What are you even doing here? You said you would be out of town for the rest of the month.”

Akutagawa’s mouth ticked up, but Atsushi held up a finger before he could speak. “Don’t say your schedule is none of my concern.”

“Tch.”

There was angry rumbling from the end of the street. “Hold that thought,” Atsushi said, crouched and prepared to use his tiger speed to return to the fray. “I was in the middle of something.”

=====

With the rogue ability user subdued, Atsushi stood at Dazai’s elbow, a grey shadow coated in grime and dust. Dazai was attempting to carry on a conversation with Kunikida but he kept darting glances at Atsushi and snickering, and it was beginning to get old.

“Atsushi, you should probably go clean up, because Dazai sounds like a stuck engine,” Kunikida sighed. “We’ve got this from here, thank you for your assistance today.”

Atsushi opened his mouth to speak, and instead sneezed more grey dust.

Dazai made a sputtering noise. He quickly turned away and covered his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“Thank you, Kunikida-san,” Atsushi said, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. “I’ll get cleaned up and meet you back at the office.” Dazai let out another squeak of suppressed laughter, and they both looked at him.

“It’s going to take a hose to get Atsushi-kun clean,” Dazai sniffed, wiping a tear from his eye.

Kunikida rolled his eyes, and Atsushi scraped at the grime on his forearm with a fingernail and didn’t entirely make it all the way down to skin. “Ugh. Dazai-san’s not wrong.”

“Fine,” Kunikida said, harassed enough as it was. “Please don’t drag that level of filth into the office, Atsushi. Your report can wait until the morning.”

Atsushi gave a quick bow to Kunikida and Dazai and jogged off, intending to fetch some clean clothes from his dorm and hit the baths. Akutagawa was lingering in the shadows of the alley just past the debris Rashomon had destroyed, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. “Guess I didn’t hallucinate you after all,” Atsushi said, amused, skipping past the Rashomon warning strike without breaking stride.

Akutagawa tilted his head and gave Atsushi a once-over. His shirt and pants were in tatters and he was barefoot, covered in a solid layer of grime and dirt with dried blood caked in his hair and face.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Atsushi said.

“You look like the human embodiment of a full dustpan.”

“That. I didn’t want to hear that.”

“Or maybe you’ve taken to rolling around in gravel. Does it feel good to pick tiny sharp pebbles out of your skin?”

“Are you done?”

Akutagawa smirked. “It is four months too early to dress as the ghost of a paperboy.”

Atsushi walked right past Akutagawa, and he swung around to fall into step with Atsushi, clearly still amused by the situation. “You were supposed to be gone for the week,” Atsushi accused, and Akutagawa shrugged loosely, hands folded into the pockets of his well-worn trench coat.

“Our jobs take us in strange directions sometimes. This one ended not a moment too soon, for I got to witness…” he gestured with his head, “whatever this is.”

“Look, I am going to go home and get some clean clothes and then spend six hours in the bath scrubbing my skin raw. If you want to continue insulting me it’ll have to be over dinner.”

Akutagawa gave a dry chuckle. “Or you could accompany me home to my private bath, and I could insult you while you scrub your skin raw, and maybe even accommodate a few orgasms.” Atsushi shoved him in the shoulder with his palm, and Akutagawa shrugged again. “Merely a suggestion.”

“You missed me.”

“Perhaps a little.”

Atsushi folded his arms behind his head, elbows in the air. “Well, I suppose. Maybe if there’s some food ordered out in the mix there, somewhere.” He grinned, the shredded remnant of his belt twitching behind him as he followed Akutagawa home.

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Atsushi rinsed out his hair again with the sprayer and groaned, watching the greyish water rinse down the drain. He felt rather like a damp rag at this point and looked up when Akutagawa opened the door to the bathroom wearing nothing but a loose pair of pants. “Still at it, weretiger?”

“I will never be clean again,” Atsushi said sullenly, spraying water through his hair once more. The bathroom wasn’t really that big, so Akutagawa scooted around him and perched on the edge of the tub, watching Atsushi spray water down his arms and scrub at them with a fresh washcloth. He was almost back to a human color at this point, but there was still grime on his back and shoulders that was clearly out of reach.

Akutagawa sighed. “Oh, come here, weretiger,” he said, picking up a clean washcloth from the pile and starting to work on his back. Atsushi froze at the contact but then relaxed into it, tilting his head forward as Akutagawa scrubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly, you are a mess.”

Despite the firmness of the scrubbing, Akutagawa’s actual touch was soft. Atsushi rinsed more grime out of his hair and handed the sprayer back, for Akutagawa to rinse him off. “Thanks,” Atsushi said, ducking his head again as Akutagawa sprayed from the top down.

“Well, I can hardly have you tracking all this dirt into my bed,” Akutagawa hummed. He leaned forward, hooking his arm over Atsushi’s shoulder and pulling him close. “I did miss you, though,” he murmured against the back of Atsushi’s neck. “Atsushi.”

A little tremor ran up Atsushi’s spine. “We have to be careful,” he said, Akutagawa breath hot even on his water-warm skin. “Right?”

“It’s been weeks,” Akutagawa nuzzled over his shoulder. “Since I’ve tasted your blood fresh and hot. Indulge me?”

Atsushi shuddered fully now, Akutagawa’s voice and touch waking every inch of him. He tilted his head and let out a small moan when Akutagawa bit him. It was bliss, it always was—but something about this felt like more, and he couldn’t put his finger on it even as his cock filled out against his thigh.

“Akutagawa,” he murmured, and Akutagawa lifted his head, running his tongue along the fresh puncture marks, and looked down Atsushi’s chest, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Hard?” he teased, wrapping his other arm around Atsushi’s belly, pressing his palm flat.

Atsushi reached back, catching the back of Akutagawa’s head and leaning his own against Akutagawa’s shoulder, exposing the front of his throat entirely. “You bit me before we started,” he said, scratching his fingers through Akutagawa’s hair. “Planning to fuck me in the bath?”

“Not exactly.” Akutagawa pressed a teasing kiss to Atsushi’s damp skin. “I intend to let you stew a while.”

Atsushi whined, and Akutagawa untangled himself, shoving Atsushi forward with a hand so that he could stand. “Do not touch yourself,” he ordered, and Atsushi whined again, louder. “Soak. I will see you shortly.”

The bathroom door closed behind him, and Atsushi stuck his tongue out at it, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck and shuddering. “Dick,” he muttered, more affectionately than not, and ran the sprayer through his hair again.

=====

Akutagawa was lying naked atop the covers and reading a book when Atsushi stopped in the door to the bedroom. He truly hesitated, as he wasn’t certain he’d ever seen Akutagawa lounging around fully nude before. Akutagawa raised his eyes to the door, eyebrow cocked, and Atsushi continued to linger, holding the towel closed over his hips as he took in the sight laid out before him.

“Don’t ask if I like what I see,” Atsushi said, elbow against the doorframe, and Akutagawa snorted and closed his book.

“Come here,” Akutagawa said, and Atsushi let his towel drop in the doorway, crawling onto the bed and atop Akutagawa, leaning down and in to kiss. God, this felt too good, like it was the only place he was ever meant to be. He straddled Akutagawa’s hips and let his cock drag over his belly.

“Hm,” Akutagawa said, thumb pressed into Atsushi’s thigh as he looked up at him, skin flushed and damp. “You are quite the gorgeous beast when you’re clean, weretiger.” Atsushi flushed red despite himself, and Akutagawa wet his lips, running his eyes over Atsushi’s form slow and deliberate. “All mine, to devour as I please.”

Atsushi leaned over him, drawing Akutagawa’s face up with both hands to kill him again, slow and luxurious. “I want to ride you,’ he murmured, and Akutagawa licked up into his mouth. “Prepped in the bath.”

“Oh?” Akutagawa’s hand slid back over Atsushi’s thigh, cupping his ass. Atsushi maintained eye contact as Akutagawa slipped two fingers in, finding him soft and ready. “My, my.” Akutagawa curled his fingers and Atsushi shuddered and tilted his head back, lips parting.

Atsushi didn’t require too much prompting to shift back, he caught Akutagawa’s cock and held it against himself until he could force the head in. He sighed out a noise of sheer pleasure, sliding down the entire length without much effort until he was seated astride Akutagawa.

Akutagawa’s chest heaved under his hand, and Atsushi opened his eyes finally, meeting Akutagawa’s glimmering grey ones. He wet his lips, braced his hands, and lifted his hips, rocking forward and starting to move himself.

It was good like this, the burn in his legs bright as he rocked himself back and forth. Akutagawa’s cock scraped right over the spot that set his nerves on fire, and Atsushi pushed his hand through his damp hair, back arched. Akutagawa’s fingers traced up his thigh to where the heat was gathering between his legs, his cock bouncing as he moved.

Atsushi shifted his weight forward and Akutagawa stroked him, circled the head with his thumb but kept his eyes on Atsushi. “Going to stop just like that?”

“You gonna fuck me instead?” Atsushi asked through panted breaths. “I can see it in your eyes, you want to.”

Akutagawa’s fangs were protruding, just a little, pressed into his bottom lip. “You’re doing such a good job of it though,” he murmured, stroking Atsushi’s thigh. “But if you insist…”

He reached his arms over his head, arching his back and pulling the top sheet free. Atsushi wobbled as Akutagawa rolled them both and he landed awkwardly, Akutagawa slipping out—but then crimson energy crackled through the cloth and Rashomon parted Atsushi’s legs, looping tight around his thighs and binding his legs open wide, lifting his hips to the best angle.

“Shit,” Atsushi gasped, scrambling for purchase.

“Better hold onto something,” Akutagawa purred from between his legs. Atsushi’s flailing hands found the headboard, his head falling into the space between the pillows as Akutagawa’s cock finally slid home.

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“Ugh,” Atsushi unstuck his face from Akutagawa’s side. “Gonna need another bath.”

Akutagawa’s face was buried in the sheets. “You were the one who wanted to get fucked,” he pointed out and grunted in annoyance when Atsushi poked him just below the ribs. A tiny, angry Rashomon head snapped at his finger. Atsushi flicked it away.

“Come take a bath with me,” Atsushi said.

“No.”

He nuzzled Akutagawa’s side. “Once we get cleaned up I’ll suck your dick.”

Akutagawa let out a long wheeze of an exhale, and then said, clearly harassed, “five minutes.”

Atsushi blew a raspberry against his side and Rashomon managed to nick his ear before he ducked; he laughed anyway and rolled out of the bed, leaving Akutagawa to groan and sit up and, begrudgingly, follow him back to the bath.

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Smarch day 25: scent

I made my own take on A/B/O which I don't normally write or read. Very soft. Have fun!

Dream's soft cries echo through the bedroom as Hob fucks into him enthusiastically. It had taken Hob one look at the omega to know, irrevocably, that Dream was his. The Disco hat been loud and crowded, and Hob could feel his blood sing from the second he'd stepped foot inside. He had excused himself from his friends and given in to the sweet, sweet call of pheromones. The second he'd locked gazes with a pair of blue eyes as searching as his, it was over.

Dream had sunk against his chest, content, elated. On the tube on the way to Hob's flat he had lovingly opened two buttons of Hob's shirt so more of Hob's scent would reach his nose. If anybody had noticed, they hadn't said anything. The genetic variations grow rarer and rarer, which makes coincidences like this all the more unlikely. People generally take the chance by the neck if they happen to stumble upon a match by sheer dumb luck. They softly spoke, exchanged names and stories and numbers until they reached Hob's front door, where Dream had put his nose against Hob's neck and moaned.

"It's been years since somebody smelled this good for me," he'd said. "Sorry, I'm a bit drunk on it."

Hob had curled a hand around Dream's neck, reassuring, possessive, and Dream had moaned again. "Don't be sorry, sweetheart," Hob had whispered into his soft black hair and fumbled with his keys. "Your smell is nothing short of an aphrodisiac for me and you know that. I know you can feel it."

Dream had plastered himself against Hob's side even more, burning hot through both of their clothes and licked the shell of his ear. "Hurry up then so you can fuck me, Hob Gadling."

Hob had sworn and almost dropped his keys and then shoved him against the inside of the door, sinking to his knees while almost ripping Dream's trousers off. Had buried his face in the wet mess between his thighs and drank from him until they trembled. They'd barely made it to the bed.

Dream shoves himself back onto Hob's cock with a wild moan. "How can I still want you even when you're inside of me?" He pants.

Hob is laid over his back, chest against spine, one hand at Dream's hip, the other interlaced with Dream's on the covers. It's the kind of close, animalistic sex that makes Hob want to keep going and going until he's wrung every sound, every ounce of pleasure, every possible orgasm out of Dream.

"Do you want me to knot you, sweet one?"

Dream slumps forward into the mattress and wails, the new angle so delicious it takes Hob all but two strokes to add his own hot wetness to the one between Dream's legs.

Dream whines into the pillows as he can feel Hob's knot expand inside him, and when Hob reaches down, he finds him hard and wanting still. So Hob continues to make small rocking motions, buried deep inside, knot tugging at Dream's rim.

Dream's breathing grows erratic. Hob can tell he's very much gone as he tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his neck. "Please bite me, oh God, Hob please, claim me, mark me, make me yours -"

Hob bites his lip until he draws blood. Pure want tries to force his jaw open to do as Dream pleads and bury his teeth into lily-white flesh. He mustn't. He mustn't. They've known each other for maybe three hours. He can't bite a claim into the neck of a stranger, regardless of how pretty his blood might sing for him. It's not right.

Instead, he clamps a hand on the back of Dream's neck to relieve some of his need for pressure there and picks up speed, his hips stuttering with quick, minuscule movements. Dream goes feral under him, squirming and moaning and tugging himself forward so hard Hob's knot almost pops free.

"Hob," Dream pleads again, half delirious and shuddering, "do you not want me? Am I not good? I wanna be good for you. Please, please, Hob, take me, let me be yours, let me, let me -"

"Shhhh," Hob says through the saliva pooling in his mouth, dripping down onto Dream's shoulder, "you are. You're so good for me. So perfect, wet and open. Dream, darling, it's all good, it's all good -" he buries his fingernails into Dream's neck where they both desperately, instinctively want Hob's teeth and Dream comes with a strained shout.

Hob can't help but imagine Dream walking around with a beautiful, days-old purple claim, Hob's claim, and the nauseating wave of want is so tall Hob comes a second time, drooling violently through gritted teeth.

After regaining some of his composure Hob carefully lays them onto the side, avoiding the wet spot Dream has made. Their bodies still locked together he draws the covers over both of them, burying his nose in Dream's delicious scent.

"Do you want me to -" Hob says, unsure, while squeezing Dream's hip. It's entirely possible to work an active knot out again.

"Mmmhhh," Dream rumbles, eyes half lidded, his body warm and pliant like fresh taffy against Hob's front. "Stay. S'nice. Thank - thank you for -"

"My pleasure. It's ok," Hob breathes against his neck, placing slow kisses there.

"Can I - M'gonna - hmm." Dream's voice grows heavier and trails off as he falls asleep. It's how it should be, it's what feels right, even if they both know that it's all just instinct and hormones and entirely possible to ignore. It's nice to give in to it, sometimes. Calming.

So Hob lays there behind Dream, whose first bodily instinct it is to rest after being fucked and knotted, and feels his own body buzzing with post-orgasm endorphins telling him to stay awake and keep watch, to protect. So he nuzzles his face into Dream's hair and does just that, still buried deep.

[jshatan]

It’s day 29 of the #smarchvinylchallenge by @brandudesrecordvault: Kids Say The Darndest Things: A Young Artist. Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever (Darkroom, 2021) Only just 21, Eilish has already established herself as a creative force with remarkable popular success married to boundary-pushing creativity. Seemingly incapable of being inauthentic, she also uses great artistry, in collaboration with her brother Finneas, to alchemize her life into musical gold. Both of her albums made it into my Top 25 and I would be listening g even if she wasn’t a multi-platinum selling, stadium-filling artist. Looking forward to Album #3 - no pressure! #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylgram #vinylgeek #vinylcollector #marchvinylchallenge #records #smarch #vinylcommunity #vinylgram https://www.instagram.com/p/CqY_XvOAhLG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Awesome art 🤩 @deebrisbyfish

This strip is an OBVIOUS exaggeration. I mean... I do NOT run. ;P

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rainy Smarch weather

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