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Souta couldn’t help beaming slightly when Aizawa exclaimed that the idea was spectacular. It was silly to be warmed by such a small compliment but like Michiaki suggested Souta wasn’t known for having many brains so any compliment along those lines would give him a slight boost, more so because it came from Aizawa. Still he wondered if he would regret saying anything, it would depend on how this went. He wanted to have fun and ravish a sweaty, sexy Aizawa with his eyes but it was a contact activity, which meant the possibility of his head imploding with too much information from the memories flooding in. He hated having a special ability.


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The seating arrangement hadn’t changed much, Souta sitting at the window with Aizawa down the middle protected him from touching anyone but his boyfriend, which Souta took advantage of; gloves off hand entwined with Aizawa’s in his lap, the other out the window, since the air very rarely set anything off. He hated winter and the cold but now enjoying the summer in shorts and a sleeveless shirt seemed unlikely so he often found himself appreciating what heat he could let his skin directly absorb directly, even if he would have to put the gloves back on as soon as he went to leave the car, and even if it was still a little chilly.

Keiji forced Koki to take the front seat, putting himself on the floor, it was obvious there would be no arguing with him either; Koki was injured he needed a seat, end of story.

Michiaki wished he could have Jouyo sitting beside him, but the idea of having someone else sitting between his legs made him glad Jouyo took the backseat with Relentless, even if Aizawa and Jouyo weren’t the best of friends. Michiaki took them to his usual gym. In his youth his father had spent quite a bit of time training him how o fight, a lot of what Tamooka pharmaceuticals did in the back ground was illegal, which always meant his life could be threatened, but even without such background dealings, there were a lot of people that hated pharmaceutical companies, calling them greedy for over pricing meds that their friends and families needed to survive, for treating a person’s quality of life like a cold business deal, there would always be those that would look down on him. When he had trained with his father it was usually a private Dojo or out in the wide open parks around Tokyo. When he had gotten older and actually began enjoying sparing as a hobby/sport Michiaki had searched the city for the right one, often matching himself against Haruka, and a few college buddies that thought had categorized him as just ‘nerdy’ or ‘weak’ He usually schooled every one of them.

The gym they eventually pulled up to was an extremely large but rundown building. It had once been the training ground for Japanese gymnastics group, but once Olympic building and more modern building were built in the city it lost popularity. It still had a large amount of equipment and one of the largest indoor gyms in the city. It lacked ‘workout machines’ and it didn’t have a pool, but it had a gym that could be sectioned off into four separate courts, often not all four were in use so Michiaki was fairly confident they could have a large space all to their own, where no one could ogle his boyfriend and where they could talk freely while sparing without worry that someone might over hear them discussing past attacks on their lives and talk about fighters, sacrifices and magic. The building also had free parking which was always a plus, not that Michiaki couldn’t afford to pay for it.

Michiaki parked the car and turning it off before rounding to open the door for Jouyo; Souta pulling on his gloves again before opening his side of the car to let Aizawa slip out as well, knowing how cramped Aizawa must feel in the middle. Keiji and Koki exited from the passenger’s side, Keiji didn’t even think of congratulating himself for keeping his mind out of the gutter the whole way there, his concerned for Koki’s wellbeing during this impromptu sparing practice weighing heavily on him, which was why he gasped a little in surprised when his boyfriend grabbed onto his arm . He looked over in time to catch Koki’s pleading Coal eyes as he asked Keiji to let him spar, Keiji smiled, unable to help himself and he went to answer himself but Jouyo beat him to it saying that Koki’s body was his own. Keiji frowned a little at that; he agreed with Jouyo, Koki was in charge of his own body but that didn’t mean Keiji would let Koki do something dangerous with it, he did love the person that owned that body and he intended to protect Koki’s body and mind as much as possible. Jouyo winked playfully, letting Keiji know he was teasing. ”It is up to you this time Koki, I can’t stop you and I know you’ll be careful but if your ribs or shins start hurting worse, you have to stop right away, they might have been weakened and I don’t want them to break during this ‘fun’” He said fun with less of the enthusiasm the others seemed to have. For Keiji this ws just another way they could get hurt… he saw the benefit of them all being able to fight and really his dislike was hypocritical, he had been sparring with Saboru for months now, but still eh worried about someone getting hurt; it was simply his nature.

Michiaki was brought into the banter between Jouyo and Ageless, told to tell them that Jouyo couldn’t be tamed, he smiled ”it is true Jouyo-sama that you are an untamable god that walks this earth but I do believe that you take some of my suggests to heart.” He bowed for show, he knew there was no way he could give Jouyo an order but even if Jouyo didn’t have to listen to him, Jouyo had agreed with some of his suggestions and followed them in the past.

Souta couldn’t help but grown as they went through the door, ”I just realized something; I’m going to get my a** kicked.” Souta was fairly certain he was weaker then all three of the adults with them, he figured he could probably hold his own against the kids but that wasn’t exactly something he could be proud of. Koki had mentioned fighting before as well and Souta was now worried he might lose to one of the kids which would be beyond humiliating. Souta was used to losing fights; he had three older and stronger brothers. He had often wrestled with Ritsu, he always lost, his eldest brother was combat trained for the police and although Souta had once believed his book worm of a brother would be weak, a few ‘sneak attacks’ on him in their youth had proven that Kozue was also stronger than Souta. He cursed all three of them for taking all the height and muscle genes in the family and leaving him with what was left. He smiled jokingly so Aizawa would know he wasn’t upset about it, it was simply a fact.

Michiaki was excited to spar with Jouyo, wresting with him briefly in bed taught Michiaki that this could be very fun for the both of them, and he was also very interested in trying to spar against Aizawa, both men obviously worked out, and both were very formidable fighters, even though Michiaki was older he had proved himself someone lacking when it came to magical battles; unused to defending an countering as opposed to all out attacking, so he wondered if Aizawa would once again best him, or if Michiaki would prove to have the advantage due to the extra years and strict regimen from childhood.

Koki proclaimed that Jouyo was ‘cool’ which had Souta snorting and laughing, smiling mischievously when Jouyo shot him a look, Keiji frowned again hoping that Koki wouldn’t think that Jouyo being cool meant he should do everything Jouyo does, but he didn’t say anything to that. When Aizawa’s reply came Souta turned a bemused eye to Aizawa ”I’m just as stubborn as he is if not more, and I don’t listen most of the time either, am I the same kind of ‘rad’ He repeated the tone Aizawa had used, making a point that if stubbornness and not listening were unappealing to Aizawa, he would have to be blind not to notice these traits in his own sacrifice. Michiaki cleared his throat ”Jouyo-sama is many things, including cool, gorgeous and brilliant, and his stubbornness is simply one of his many charms, you obviously just can’t appreciate such an amazing person Aizawa-san.” he chuckled at his own phrasing. He wouldn’t deny Jouyo was stubborn as they came, after all it had taken quite some time to have Jouyo deem Michiaki as his boyfriend, but he didn’t dislike that quality in Jouyo; in fact it made him even more desirable.

Michiaki smiled when Aizawa said he wouldn’t hurt Jouyo because he liked Michiaki. He too would have to resist throwing the ape child across the room for fear of offending Aizawa, or otherwise getting on his bad side. Michiaki knew Aizawa like himself would kill anyone that messed with his sacrifice, and though Michiaki knew he could hold his own against the blond, an all-out fight would likely result in some serious injuries on both their parts so he would rather not tick Aizawa off. The conversation trailed down the path of Jouyo gloating about how his dancing made him stronger than most would think, Michiaki knew this as fact and so did Souta. He had tried to be a dancer for a short period of time, mving his hips to a rhythm had been too much effort for him, but he had seen the others practicing pole dancing and knew he would never have the strength in his stomach or legs to hang upside down or even climb more than half a foot off the ground on one. This just reconfirmed that he was going to get his a** kicked, likely by Jouyo.

Aizawa made the mistake of saying anyone could wing around on a pole, Souta shook his head prepared for Jouyo’s retaliation and challenge that followed. He snickered when Jouyo said he wouldn’t care if Aizawa went to one ”Actually Aiza-kun we could go together, neh?” He was kidding, he knew Aizawa would not enjoy that and Souta really wouldn’t care much for it now either, he really had no reason to be looking at anyone else now and the building would have all sorts of disgusting memories inside, none of which he wanted to accidentally absorb. Michiaki gave Aizawa a slightly sympathetic look when Aizawa looked to him for help ”Honestly Aizawa-san you should have known better then to downplay the amount of physical endurance it takes to do what Jouyo-sama does so easily, I would like to see you attempt a routine without falling down.” The idea of seeing Aizawa attempt such a thing was beyond comical in his mind. Aizawa was indeed a prude, so him pole dancing was way beyond his scope of ‘norm’. Also Aizawa would likely fall off the pole if he tried, it wasn’t that Aizawa lacked the muscle to do a routine, his muscle wasn’t conditioned for that kind of physical activity.

Souta laughed loudly at Michiaki’s dare, thinking about Aizawa attempting it, dancing on a pole in some bondage costume… He blushed slightly then looked at his boyfriend thoughtfully ”Y’know I wouldn’t mind seeing you try it, you could prove Jouyo wrong and it wouldn’t hurt my eyes any.” He smiled devilishly but he tried to make it obvious he was only kidding. He didn’t actually want to force Aizawa to attempt it, because he knew it was something Aizawa would not be able to do comfortably.

Keiji had decided to stay far away from the conversation that was taking place but noticed Koki’s hand tighten in his own, he saw the lighthearted elation on Koki’s face and was happy to see that Koki was having fun, and thankful enough that he didn’t even freak when Koki said he wanted to see Jouyo dance.

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When they entered the building Michiaki was quite pleased to see that only one of the four sections was tagged ‘in use’ He went to the reception desk and retrieved an in use sign and signed them in to use a section and equipment paying the flat fee for reserving one of the section before anyone else could offer. He was handed a key and he lead the others to the desired section. All four sections were connected to the shared equipment room where, nets, balls, padding, helmets and other many other sporting equipment could be found. He headed for the padding section which included head to toe padding as well as a stack of large folding mats to put on the ground to protect them if they fell on the ground or were tackled down. With Aizawa and Jouyo’s help they transported and unfolded two of the large mats together in the center of their section which was more than enough to fit three sets of sparring partners.

Keiji set himself to picking out padding for Koki and helping him into it so he could make sure his wounded area were covered. Souta took a few moments to testingly poke the pads with his still gloved hands he was happy to see what looked like streak marks across the surfaces, meaning they had been wiped down before so with even more caution he removed a glove and touched the surface with his bare hand. Touching the surface didn’t cause any immediate reaction pushing down and releasing the air contained inside made a few flashing images pass through his mind but they were feint, and could be ignored. That worry out of his mind he was free to remove his other glove and smile as Aizawa returned from setting up, confident that he wasn’t going to have a memory melt down while sparring. Though he wasn’t going to put anything on yet; he was good at taking a beating and with the floor padded he wasn’t that concerned about getting hurt, though now that he knew the padding was safe he could fight glove free without worrying about touching Koki’s padding and later on he might put some on and goof around with Koki since they would be invincible. Like running at each other full force and flying around.

Keiji smiled at Koki as he fixed the chest and stomach padded. ”If you want I’ll wear it to… and you don’t have to wear any head gear I trust they’ll avoid hitting you in the head.” He was willing to dress up and look goofy in the padding too, since he noticed that no one else was pulling on any padding.

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Aizawa was in his own strange form of hell, and Souta was having too much fun watching to help him out. He gave his sacrifice a horrified look when the onyx haired imp suggested they go to Jouyo’s strip club together. Aizawa was confident that not a smidgen of temptation would pulse through his veins during their visit, but the idea of Souta looking at stripping men dance terrified him. No matter how much progress he made on his jealousy, there was a line he’d probably never cross in being “cool” with certain things. But then Michiaki made the conversation all the more embarrassing when he mentioned Aizawa trying what Jouyo does without falling, followed by Souta teasingly adding that he’d like to see Aizawa basically pole dance, which made Aizawa wish the floor would swallow him. He knew Souta was joking, but still the simple mention of Aizawa pole dancer made his fair skin go a little red. ”A conversation involving Jouyo can’t be simple, can it,” he responded as a scapegoat. Jouyo could only chuckle.

They boys all meandered into the most suitable area, isolated from the rest of the gym, and prepared for the events that would soon follow. Keiji of course went straight for the padding, of which Koki couldn’t help but be a little sad about. The padding was going to make him feel bulky and limit how free his movements felt, but he had to admit that it would suck royally if someone accidentally kicked or punched one of his bruises. So he just smiled back at Keiji when Keiji first smiled at him once he began strapping him up with padding. And his smile widened, eye squinting, when Keiji offered to wear the padding as well so that Koki wasn’t alone. ”Whatever you want, Magic Boy. I know you’ve been training with Saboru so whatever you feel is best~” Keiji was the kindest person in the world, Koki thought. Always wanting to make sure Koki was comfortable and happy.

Koki’s eyes canted to they side and widened. ”Woah!” he called out as he noticed what Jouyo was doing. The red headed dancer was on the floor stretching….in the splits. ”D-D-Doesn’t that hurt your junk?!!” Koki called out. Jouyo had his red leg stretched out before him on the floor as his leg stretched out behind him, and was reaching his fingers all the way to his toes, showing everyone in the room how immensely flexible he was from year and years of dedicated stretching. Jouyo turned his head to look at the source of the slightly distressed words, figuring he must have been who Koki was talking about. He snickered and just continued his warm up routine he did before doing anything overly physical. ”The only time the splits hurt is when you’re first training your body to do it, and it’s your groin muscles that hurt at first, not your so-called ‘junk’.” Koki continued to stare, almost more in terror than awe. ”I could train you to be flexible too, if you want. I’m sure Magic Boy would love it~” Aizawa blanched, wishing there was something he could say that wouldn’t make Jouyo tease anyone any worse. But Koki was a bit clueless in that moment as to why Jouyo thought Keiji would love it. Koki’s lemur eyes turned to Keiji in curiosity. ”Is that true, Keiji? Do you want me to be flexible like that?” Koki’s brow cocked up in slight confusion, still not understanding why it would concern Keiji if Koki could do the splits. Meanwhile, Jouyo was chortling as Aizawa shook his head.

As Keiji was probably blushing or trying to change the subject from Jouyo’s anything-but-innocent attempts to corrupt Koki, Aizawa turned away to face Souta and inspect his boyfriend’s comfortability in his surroundings. Quietly he spoke to him, keeping their conversation more private as the others chatted or bickered or whatever Jouyo was making them do. ”How are you? Are you comfortable in these surroundings, Souta-san?” he spoke slowly, without any panic since by then it was quite a normal thing to have to ask Souta if he was okay, due to his newfound ability. Aizawa was calm, but nevertheless he was worried. ”Because if you feel like there are too many memories in this place, you don’t have to do this. I can train you in a better place for you if that’s what you prefer.” But when Souta expressed that he was fine, Aizawa did good to not be overbearing and just smiled. ”Understood. So then. Have your brothers taught you anything as far as attack or defense before? I think it’d be good to know where you’re at in the department.” Aizawa wasn’t a trained fighter, but he knew the basics. In the past during the times he’d had to resort to physical fighting, he mainly relied on his size and strength. It’d worked for him so far, and he never pursued further knowledge in combat because he was always training intensely as a sentouki. But he understood that Souta didn’t particularly have the crutch of height and muscle mass. Little did Aizawa know that Michiaki would probably Souta’s best trainer, especially in defense, something Aizawa didn’t have a lot of practice in.

Once Jouyo was done with his stretching, he looked at Michiaki and smirked. He was going to get to see Michiaki unbutton his crisp businessman shirt in front of other people, and possibly let loose a bit more than usual. Michiaki was always so concerned about being god-like, Jouyo wondered if this would be a new experience to witness Michiaki in this kind of setting with other people. The dancer stood and walked over to his man, tilting his head slightly to the side as red wisps dangled in front of his gold and crimson eyes. ”Not gonna go easy on me, are ya tiger?~” His smirk curled further. He was actually immensely excited to watch Michiaki fight, specifically against the physically intimidating Aizawa. Jouyo remembered watching Michiaki pistol whip a guy for him, and he knew the god’s strength in bed as well, holding him up in all kinds of kinky positions. Michiaki’s endurance was something for other mortals to cower before. Jouyo’s gutter mind was on full-blast, even though he probably should have been taking all of this more seriously. But he knew that once it came to actually learning, he’d straighten up a bit. In the meantime, he wanted to play.

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When Koki mentioned that he had been training with Sobaru Keiji nodded, ”Yeha but Sobaru doesn’t fight, he plays sports and knows how to take a hit and throw a good punch but I think these guys are on a completely different level. Keiji noticed that Koki’s movements would be hindered some especially due to the belly armor but that was the most important because of Koki’s ribs, Keiji wouldn’t mind wearing the same kind of padding since then he’d match his boyfriend and he could protect his own belly. Souta was the same height as they were but the other three men were older and taller and Keiji knew they were going to be testing Keiji and Koki the most since their age and skill level made them more vulnerable, he slipped the same color of torso armor on, it felt like he was wearing a pocket, or at least half a bucket, it made stretching his arms a little more awkward but it was better then getting a kick to the stomach, Saboru had proven that it could hurt, though his was light and not meant to really ‘test’ Keiji like these guys likely did.

They headed out of the pad bearing rooms and both witnessed Jouyo’s stretching, Souta had seen it before when he had taken lessons to join Jouyo profession, but he still couldn’t help but feel this time around Jouyo was showing off. Koki, not surprisingly was awed by Jouyo’s skill and expectantly jouyo acted like it was no big deal. Michiaki couldn’t help but watch his boyfriend those his eyes weren’t attracted because Jouyo’s stretching was ‘impressive’ However he tried not to leer to obviously. When Jouyo mentioned he could train Koki to be that flexable Keiji was instantly ready to tell Jouyo that Koki wasn’t going to learn Jouyo’s trade but when he mentioned that it might make Keiji happy his anger was defused, replaced almost instantaneously with a red blush as his mind wondere3d into the gutter beyond his control. Koki only made things worse questioning whether it would really make Keiji happy. Keiji took a second to compose himself ”You’re perfect just the way you are Koki, whatever makes you happy makes me happy.” If Koki wanted to learn how to be more flexible it would come in handy for a fist fight but Keiji would be fine if he didn’t as for making Keiji happy…. He didn’t Koki catching on to the innuendo, he didn’t needKoki to be flexible in that way…

”No Koki, you should take Jouyo up on his offer, I’m sure you can figure out a few ways to make the both of you happy.” He snickered again as Keiji’s face darkened a few degrees, and he actually smacked the black haired man’s shoulder mouthing a ‘shut up’ Souta just laughed. He was then distracted when Aizawa asked him how he was feeling. Souta smiled easily trying to reassure his boyfriend ”I’m fine, your worrying too much, I’ll let you know when I’m uncomfortable. I am getting a lot better at blocking it out when I don’t need it.” Aizawa let it go and continued asking about Souta’s history. Souta grimaced reaching up to rub against the back of his neck ”well… I mean when we were kids we’d get into scuffs like any brothers would me and Ritsu especially but I wouldn’t say I learned much from it, our older bros would always stop us before it got too out of hand and of course they all outgrew me so fighting with them became pointless and like everything else I gave up once it got too hard. I have a really could grip so I used to jump on ritsu’s back –he never could get me off.”

Michiaki let out a short chuckle ”Of all the skills, you of course have good grip like a monkey, I swear you set your self up for ridicule.” He smiled trying to show in his face that it was just good natured teasing, Souta still glared at him, but it was true Kozue used to call him a spider monkey, likely because of his size, he wasn’t going to give Michiaki anymore ammunition, so he kept that part to himself.

”Safe to say I’m starting from square one.” Keiji couldn’t help but feel a little relieved, at least him and Koki had some measure of skill, he knew Koki had been in scruffs when he had run away from home and Keiji had started learning how to defend himself, he just hadn’t needed the skills for their last fight, the two bullies had only pushed Koki around because he was alone, though even if they had Keiji didn’t think he would have been able to take them down but he figured they could have at least stood their ground, or given the guys a matching bruise or two.

”So how’s this we’ll partner with our own first, that will give Keiji a chance to see if Koki’s body can handle training today and Aizawa can test Souta’s abilities” And Michiaki would get the chance to fight Jouyo first. It seemed like they were all alright with him so for the time they split up, Michiaki figured that in time Aizawa and he could walk around and help while two fights went on, Michiaki had quite a bit of martial art training and Aizawa definitely seemed like he knew how to fight as well, and while Aizawa itched to test his guess he knew training the kids and Souta was a little more important, once everyone could hold their own he and Aizawa could test their limits. Jouyo likely knew how to fight just fine, Michiaki had no doubt that Jouyo would learn quickly and prove himself formidable in time but the two other sacrifices and the young inexperienced Keiji were at greater risk.

Jouyo broke off meeting Michiaki which made him smile, he met Jouyo’s question with a deep bow ”I wouldn’t dream of it Jouyo-sama, though you’ll forgive me if I do try to test you before taking you down” He smiled mischievously now. Like his style when battling with spells Michiaki was far better at offence as apposed to defense, his father had taught him that if he were to find himself in a violent situation during his working hours, being threatened by a client or someone they were buying from the last thing an assailant would expect would be for the CEO tio change in head first, surprise was important. Michiaki rolled his shoulders and neck not really stretching.

Souta looked at Aizawa and for the first time was a little concerned with what he saw. Aisawa was tall, muscular and he definitely had the skills, Souta knew that Aizawa would likely be going easy on him, Aisawa really did worry too much, but Souta knew he would likely still fight him and Souta figured he would be on his back in a few minutes and he wouldn’t like it as much as he usually did. Souta scratched the back of his neck again ”So where do we start?”

Keiji lead Koki over to one of the mats and watched how the others faced one another he had at least tried some stuff with Saboru so he knew how to get started ”So I guess start off by getting into a stance, you know square your shoulders and crouch a bit, feet apart.” Keiji was still fairly certain Koki would have been in more fights then he had so Keiji doubted he’d be the teacher for much longer but he at least knew how they were supposed to start.

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Jouyo's smile curved into a devilishly delighted grin at his soulmate's comment of "taking him down". If any man were to "take him down" he wouldn't mind one second if it were Michiaki, no doubt it turn him on far more than it would hurt his pride. Jouyo was raised by a cracked up stripper, and she definitely couldn't afford fighting classes of any sort so the only experience Jouyo had in fighting was fending off bullies at school and drunken perverts who followed him outside after work. In general, he had good strength, good endurance, and was fast as hell but Michiaki grew up in a prestigious home. The man kept good muscle mass and was taller than Jouyo...considering his physical condition and his past, it would be pretty sad and disappointing if he couldn't outdo his smaller, less experienced sacrifice in a physical dual. Plus, seeing Michiaki fight (whether real, sparring, or even against Jouyo himself) would be a real visual treat for his sacrifice who was already internally swooning at the image of Michiaki rolling his neck and shoulders like the men in mafia movies. "Test me all you want, darling, I'm eager to learn from the best. Just don't forget what a fast learner I am." Jouyo's smile remained as his eyes glinted in a hint of challenging tease.

Aizawa lead Souta to an area of the floor where they were a good distance away from the other pairs, and turned to his sacrifice when there. He thought of that wretched man in the alleyway who had stalked Souta after work and attacked him with intentions most vomitous. Even if Souta knew a bit about fighting, the likeliness of him fighting a man that big off was slim. The thought itself worried Aizawa, and added more to his plate of stress. "We're going to focus on defense that relies on your brain and not on strength. The usage of knowledge of the human body and utilizing quick thinking will bring down any assailant.” Aizawa then proceeded to take Souta’s hands and direct them to areas of Aizawa’s body that were vulnerable places to shock and possibility debilitate an attacker, such are obvious places like the eyes but also the temples, the adam’s apple, the philtrum, the area above your ears, and things like that. He showed Souta how to impact these areas in a way that could shock his attacker and give him an opening for escape.

Aizawa flashed horrendously back to the memory of the dark image of Souta being choked in the alleyway by that monster, and understood that in moments like that, it’s hard to bring your mind to think about lethal points and technical things. Aizawa swallowed hard at the memory, trying to put the rage that was building back into his stomach, and spoke. ”And I know there is this street rule that men don’t kick men in the groin. Souta-san, [********] that rule.” It wasn’t often Aizawa used that word, and hearing it come out of Aizawa’s mouth made Koki across the room turn and look in slight shock, but Aizawa was still trying to not think of the man he nearly killed that night months ago. ”If you find yourself in a situation where your hands are restricted, make that man impotent. Do what you have to to get away.” Aizawa, every now and then, had nightmares where he never arrived to the scene where the man was attacking his Souta and Souta suffered a night that would cause wounds that would never recover. Souta was an enigmatic being that men desired. And Aizawa constantly had thoughts of that man running into Souta again. But now if he did, he had another layer of rage and bitterness to add to his feelings of seeing the blue-eyed minx. He wanted Souta to do anything and everything to get away.

He proceeded to show Souta forms of blocking, and also showed him ways to debilitate his attacker in certain constrained holdings. Aizawa liked the excuse to touch Souta, but nonetheless he took everything seriously in making sure Souta knew what to do if someone was trying to hurt him. Who knew what the Shingetsu would do, or was capable of doing. Souta wasn’t physically attacked by them, but Jouyo and Koki were.

After some time was passing, and Souta was picking up what he was being taught and really catching on with repetition, Aizawa stopped for a moment smiling at his boyfriend. ”You’re remarkable Souta-san. I believe we’ve been going at this for a while, haven’t we? Lets move on to the more physical part of fighting. Admittedly, I don’t have much of a technique...In my past if ever I had to rough it with someone, I won’t deny that I used my height and mass as a means to win...And since I focused so much of my time on training as a sentouki, I haven’t gained much knowledge in technique. So I’ll teach you what I know, but then I want you to train with Tomooka-sama. His background in physical fighting is far more polished than mine. But until then,” Shameless was still in their session together, Michiaki teaching Jouyo things while the redhead looked at his fighter with some kind of weird devilish excitement to be taught these things by him. So Aizawa showed Souta useful moves his father taught him when he was younger, engraining in him how important foot positions were and keeping a spring in your knees. They kept at it for a while, repititiously doing things until reaction time was faster for Souta, and it was beginning to become instinct.

He was proud of his sacrifice. Souta was a strong and independant person by spirit, and when he put his mind to something, he accomplished it. Aizawa could see it in Souta vibrantly that day. Even though it felt strange to pretend to be someone who was trying to hurt Souta, and it went against his very nature, he could get over it since he knew this was for Souta’s future well-being. They’d been through so much, and they hadn’t even known each other for a year….and all of the bad things Souta had to go through started after meeting Aizawa. Anything, anything at all that he could do to ensure that his sapphire-eyed siren was always going to be okay, he’d do it.

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Range Tomooka had a lot of faults as a father, but as much as Michiaki hated to admit it the man had managed to take care of his son in some ways. Range had always believed in the old way, that when a CEO grows old the company is passed from father to son, which of course meant Michiaki would have to follow in his fathers footsteps, and the world of pharmaceuticals could lead to a life in luxury or a battle field. Not all of the drugs the company secured were ‘fair trade’ range had fought for his life several times, and having only one son meant that if he wanted the company to stay in Tomooka hands Michiaki would have to be able to come out of that battle field alive, so he had ensured his son would be able to handle himself in any hostile situation. Martial arts, weapon training, self-defence, body conditioning -only the beginning of the training Michiaki had received, that of course was on top of his Sentouki training and mastering of his ‘playing chess’. Michiaki was more than a little overpowered, he had his faults in his spell casting, opting for Offensive spells that packed the biggest bang which at times could be bested by less flashy defensive spells. However the same couldn’t be said for his real life fighting skills, Haruka would always be his favourite mentor, like a second mother to him but she was softer than his father she helped him get back on his feet, comforted him when he made a mistake and held her punches in fear of harming her sacrifice’s son, Range was not as kind, he was relentless, he pushed Michiaki to his limits and when he fell down he would continue dishing out blow after blow until Michiaki stood, then he’d proceed to knock him right back down.

His father might have been cruel in some ways but Michiaki didn’t fault the man for the training he had endured, in fact he was thankful, if not for the bruises and cuts Michiaki wouldn’t have been strong enough to save Jouyo the day he had been attacked, it was thanks to his father that he was strong, no matter how much it had hurt the means had justified the ends; Michiaki was a conditioned and seasoned fighter with an iron stance able to fight off anything that might harm Jouyo, or anyone else he cared about for that matter. The easiest way to defend others was by teaching them to defend themselves, so when Jouyo quipped about being a faster learner a fire burned inside Michiaki, only matched by the hungry grin on his face. Part of him was very serious about teaching Jouyo, the other part could wait to wrestle his sacrifice to the ground. He took his stance then began to sidestep watching the way Jouyo reacted to his movements with an expert eye ”First I want you to focus on blocking me, if I manage to hit your belly, throat or knock you off your feet that’s a point for me, if I get to ten you’ll owe me a private show.” It wasn’t something he couldn’t get if he wanted but by making a wager it would hopefully fire Jouyo up even more. ”And if you manage to get just three… he can pick your prize.” He hoped Jouyo could manage it but there was no way Michiaki would ‘let’ Jouyo claim the prize Jouyo would just have to surprise him.

Aizawa explained their first priority and Souta had to stop himself from frowning They were going to rely on his brain, as if it could out do the pitiful amount of muscle he had, Souta knew he was a pretty quick thinker but he was not the best of analyzing situations and doing the ‘smart’ thing, the only thing he was really good at in a fight was running away and if the guy was faster than him he was pretty much doomed, when he had fought in the alleyway his body had froze up when he had been pinned, it wasn’t something he was proud of but he was fairly certain that this idea of teaching him to fight would be lost on him. Even if he had the skills, if he froze up he wouldn’t be able to use them. Still he tried to feed off aizawa’s optimism, he did want to try, he just didn’t have the faith Aizawa seemed to. Then again when Aizawa told him he could kick a guy in the balls if need be Souta allowed a sound of displeasure, huffing, Aizawa apparently realized Souta might have to use a dirty trick, so much for boundless faith. Then again Aizawa was really just trying to ensure Souta’s safety.

Aizawa first put him in holds and showed him how to get out of them, showing him different holds he could use, even if Souta didn’t really expect he’d be able to do them, truth be told most men were a little bigger then Souta, he could admit that his stature provided the higher ground to his opponents from square one, and while he could wiggle and get of holds just fine, holding someone larger than himself in one was in theory possible but he doubted he’d be able to do it in a real fight. As far as the mild touching went Souta was happy to note that even when Aizawa touched the skin on his arms he didn’t have any unwanted images distracting him. He didn’t have faith in his fighting skills but he was starting to believe he’d be able to master his new found ability just fine. Of course mastering that skill wasn’t exactly a choice, so he would just have to treat physical fighting the same way… if Aizawa wasn’t there he would be in trouble if he couldn’t fight back but despite Aizawa’s encouragement he didn’t have the greatest faith in his own physical strength. Aizawa called him remarkable, Souta tried to believe him, Aizawa said they should move on, Souta exhaled and tried to prepare himself, smiling when Aizawa mentioned that he didn’t have a ‘technique’ Souta was about to quip about that but Aizawa made a mention about training with Michiaki and Souta’s jaw clamped, he snuck a glance over to Shameless, Michiaki and Jouyo seemed to be having an actual fighting match and Michiaki wasn’t losing he frowned then looked back at Aizawa ”From my experience your ‘technique’ has never been lacking, even if it is a bit ‘unrefined’” His own joke helped to ease his nerves about trying to fight. ”As for ‘training’ with Mich’.... I don’t think he knows how to be ‘gentle’ with a partner like Jou, he’d probably flatten me in under a minute.” He only had to watch shameless for another few seconds to confirm his thinking, he’d have better luck fighting Jouyo rather than Michiaki, though Aizawa might not like that idea, ”I bet you’ll flatten me just as fast though… it’s happened more than a few times before.” He smiled devilishly again, hoping Aizawa wouldn’t go into ‘faith in Souta’ mode and start telling Souta he could last more than a minute against either of them. Aizawa’s outlook and words were sweet but Souta would need more then words to begin to believe he could do this.

Still despite Souta’s pessimistic outlook he did manage to dodge efficiently and he was pretty good at keeping eyes on what Aizawa’s hands were dodging, blocking and moving quick enough, but Souta was worried Aizawa might be holding himself back, it wouldn’t completely be ‘unlike’ him. However Souta had no real way of telling if Aizawa was or not, he hadn’t seen Aizawa fight enough times to know when he was going all out, in the alleyway fight aizawa had obviously been giving it his all but the businessman in question wasn’t all that great of a fighter, bigger than souta and faster too, which was why souta had been endangered in the first place, ut the man didn’t seem all that skilled, and he had been drunk so what Souta had seen that night had hardly been a fair fight, Aizawa was probably capable of taking down men with more skill, honestly Souta wanted to see Aizawa fight Michiaki, only because it was obvious Michiaki believed himself very skilled, and Michiaki using had the bite to match his bark, seeing someone like that against aizawa was sure to push aizawa to his limits, something that would be amazing to watch for more than a few reasons. Watching the way Aizawa moved was often the reason he was slow to react, his arms, his chest, legs… abdomen… all very good distractions. Souta had to pray who ever he fought in the future, wasn’t as good looking as Aizawa.

Souta held up a hand after a while asking Aizawa to hold on a second silently as he caught his breath. He swallowed ” I need to work on endurance, this is pointless if just a few minutes of physical activity makes me this tired.” He now really wished he had a better hobby, finding hidden book stores, eating cakes, drinking coffee and breathing in copious amounts of mould were no way to condition his body, the only physical activity he took part in willingly was sex, which burnt a fair amount of calories but he sure as hell couldn’t ******** their enemies to death… He highly doubted Aizawa would like Souta using that particular technique. Honestly Sota wouldn’t either, when lust gets mixed with love multiple partners aren’t wanted or needed Souta knew that by now. He looked back up at Aizawa, letting out a sigh ”Your lack of technique sure as hell doesn’t slow you down here anymore then it does at home.” It was in Souta’s nature to make sexual quips, it actually made him more confident to get a rise out of Aizawa with his words.

Keiji was making much slower process with Koki, it wasn’t as if he believed they couldn’t be as good as the others, he just wasn’t good at teaching a subject he knew very little about himself a few times he looked over at the other pairs, in both cases the fighters took the lead so easily, Aizawa teaching expertly and Michiaki challenging Jouyo, they were a thousand times better at this then he was was, Keiji was fairly certain Koki even knew more about fighting then he did, still he wanted to try and take the lead like the other fighters. Wasn’t Keiji saw Koki’s fighting stance and made suggestions he tried to make a step in the right direction, all the others seemed to be learning how to block, so best to start with the same thing. He didn’t know any complicated holds and he lacked any real teachable moves or techniques so he would have to wing it completely ”Now that we’ve got a stance, try holding that ground, I’ll come at you with an attack, you just have to dodge it, or block it without taking a step back. Sound good?” Saboru had told Keiji that if you could hold your ground long enough in a fight, a bully would be disheartened, usually it was the first few hits that made the impression in a fight, if the first two hits connected, or if you ran away in the other direction your opponent would know right away that you were weak, better to stand your ground and prove you could fight them off, it would make them more cautious… or angry, which in the case of most bullies, meant they would do something stupid and give away an opening.

Keiji admittedly was very scared about hurting Koki, but he figured his fists probably weren't the most powerful, so he just aimed for the places he knew there weren’t any bruises, he had seen Koki naked after the fight after all. Koki definitely had a lot of potential, if he actually had a teacher he would be just fine, Koki was good at dodging and intercepting his attacks and Keiji was actually having a lot of fun with it, His smile easing away his usually worry lines ”alright try gaining ground now, attack me the same way..” He backed up and gave Keiji the room to move forward smiling even brighter as he began to fight off Koki; he exhaled as an attack his his side taking a step forward trying to pressure Koki backward. Neither of them ha d a technique but they seemed to be a good match for each other at least.

Michiaki caught Jouyo’s hand in the air as it headed for his stomach, using the grab t try and spin Jouyo so he could get his other hand to strike bluntly against Jouyo’s soft sides, and he gave a smirk when Jouyo prempted him, thus far Michiaki had four to one, and he blamed his lust for his lapse in guard, Jouyo had bent back just so… No man could hope to be able to focus with something like Jouyo was dancing in front of him. Dueling was after all much like a dance, the only sance Michiaki was good at was the dance of a fight, and Jouyo’s moves were fluid and strong, the same way they were on stage and they were slightly distracting.

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”You just love knocking me off my feet, don't you~” Jouyo teased at Michiaki's proclamation of the rules. The very first time they met, Michiaki had literally rendered Jouyo foundationless before they'd even ever spoken a word with each other, knocking the table out from under Jouyo and causing him to fall over the man's broad shoulders. It was a fond memory, and that night had been ever so exciting and enjoyable even as Jouyo was riding upsidedown being held by the drunk man's grip. Jouyo winked at his man, but suddenly he felt an immense serge of determination at hearing the second half of the arrangement. If Jouyo managed three points before Michiaki made ten, Jouyo could have a prize of his choosing. Technically, Jouyo knew that if he ever asked or demanded for anything, Michiaki would provide for him whether it be a certain sexual fantasy or something of monetary value or anything at all. The man had already proven that without any training games involved. But the fact that it was an award for something so important as Jouyo toning up his offense and defense, it made the arrangement exciting, and Jouyo felt it would be appropriate to ask for something he typically wouldn't. He didn't even know what he would ask for! But he knew that whatever it was, he wanted it! Michiaki could have as many private shows as he wanted for the rest of his life.


Only the other side of the ym room, Aizawa was constantly being brought to blush, a victim of Souta's dirty jokes, as the boy always made them when in situations that he wasn't completely comfortable in. Aizawa scratched at the back of his head awkwardly at Souta's last quip. ”I had thought that maybe I've gained at least a little bit of technique at home...” Aizawa couldn't tell if Souta was complimenting him or hinting that Aizawa needed to start getting more creative, to which he would try his best even if it meant awkwardly consulting Tomooka-sama for help like the time he needed help in fixing his ******** up with Souta barely a month ago. Aizawa blushed, thinking that he heard a hint of a compliment in Souta's words, and decided that he'd take it as such for now. ”Anyway, look I know you don't feel confident,” he continued with a shake of his head, lettin his arm o back to his side, ”but we're not going to leave at only what we do today. Even if you hate it, we need to fix in time between our schedules to work on these things regularly. And since you're experiencing an issue with endurance, I think you and I need to go running some days. I apologize, Souta-san...But this is important and your endurance needs to be improved.” Aizawa smiled subtly in encouragement. ” 'They' went through far more physical measures to try to harm Jouyo and Koki. We can't chance that if they try this on you that you'll be too exhausted in half the time that they would. Surely you understand, Souta-san.” Aizawa painfully envisioned Souta tying to run away from attackers and losing strength in his legs due to lack of endurance, and tripping on the slightest obstruction in his way. It was a horrifying thing to imagine, and he was determined that it would never become a reality.


In the other corner, pink and black were buzzing around having fun. Koki's mouth was in a wide smile as he avidly dodged and blocked Keiji's attacks. He was taking his training seriously, but he couldn't help but have fun sparring with his boyfriend. It almost felt like when they played fighter games against each other on Keiji's video game consoles, only it was actually their bodies they were using instead of CG entities. But since Koki and had his share of “scruffs” in the past and Keiji had been training with Saboru, they were interesting matches from one another and were learning things the other didn't know because of their differences in fighting pasts. Koki's bruises kind of hurt when stretching them to attack or block, but he didn't say a word of it out loud. He was having fun and did not want his easily worried boyfriend making them stop.


”Kamehamehaaaa!!!” Koki called out, forming his hands and wrists the way that is done in the popular show Dragon Ball Z, and jolting his hand formation toward Keiji and stopping right before his stomach. Koki laughed. ”Too bad that's not my special power if I have one. That would be too awesome for reality.” He got back into a ready position, and as he and Keiji continued to practice, he started speaking. ”Do you ever wonder if we have powers, and what they'd be? I think since you're so smart, you'd have some kind of psychic power or something!” For Koki, this kind of talk was fun. Even if neither of them ever discovered a special ability like all the members of Relentless and Shameless, it was still fun to discuss.


”ONE!!” Jouyo yelled in triumph when he'd managed to get a shot to Michiaki's throat, his deep voice ringing throughout the room. Michiaki could see his sacrifice's smile glowing with pride. Sure Michiaki already had four, but it was pretty big that Jouyo managed one so far, and he needed to score two more before Michiaki scored six more. So they circled and tested and right when Jouyo thought he saw an opening, he went for a punch to the stomach just to have his hand caught by the very fast and strong Michiaki. But something felt very alarming about the position he was in. Something he was realizing that day was how alike fighting was to dancing. And when one move was made, it was going to be followed by another. Amateur dances have moments of pause, but Jouyo never settled for amateur style choreography. So that meant that with the position they were in, another move would follow. So as soon as Michiaki tried to twist Jouyo around, the stripper maneuvered in a way to cause Michiaki’s attempt to fail. Curious if it could work, almost a milisecond after moving Jouyo did a high-kick toward Michiaki’s head, pausing his foot right next to the man’s cheek. Jouyo’s flexibility meant that he could easily extend his legs upward and since it was a common thing he did on the pole, he was able to balance his body as he kicked.

”TWO!!” he called out, even more excited than the first one. He was one point away from getting his prize. His lips were in a devilishly adorable smile as he repositioned and bounced away from Michiaki as they regrouped. ”I didn’t even know if that would work,” Jouyo bragged while laughing, surprised at his own self. The dancer held his own well for the rest of the fight, dodging a lot with his lithe body but obviously needing a lot of training in how to turn a defensive position into an offensive position immediately after, like Michiaki was good at. But inevitably, Michiaki was getting more points in, which caused a sailor-mouthed Jouyo to call out. [********] he expressed once Michiaki got to point eight. He was smiling through his frustration, simply because even though he wasn’t okay with not being the best at something he tried it was at least Michiaki who was beating him at that something, and that was just sexy to the fiery red head.

They went at it some more, Jouyo trying to make many strikes, some of which were very close to contact but Michiaki was always on top of things to keep the fighting-amateur’s blows from hitting. And then Michiaki got point nine. ”You motherfu-” Jouyo cursed again, censoring himself only for the second half of it and biting his lips as his nose scrunched in aggravation. He didn’t want Michiaki to win! He wanted his prize. But regardless of his frustration, he was still smiling, red and gold eyes smoldering with attraction for the man who was proving his prowess as the man that would always protect him. ”Well, tiger,” Jouyo continued as he and Michiaki circled, fists up at the ready. ”You’re definitely gonna have to teach me these moves. I want to get to the point where I can at least get five points on you before you reach ten. Since you’re the best and most suited for me as my sentouki, that would mean I’d debilitate any opponent other than yourself if I could get that good at this.” Jouyo always enjoyed fluffing up his man’s ego, even in a situation like the one they were in.

Jouyo tried some more moves, intercepted by Michiaki until eventually the company executive got his tenth point and embellished it with getting Jouyo to the floor, straddling him. The two men were breathing hard, and Jouyo’s eyes looked straight into Michiaki’s above him as they took a moment to intake oxygen. But with all the testosterone and adrenaline going crazy in his system, he was considerably turned on. ”Hnnn~” he groaned as he bit his lip, his knee gently sliding up to graze Michiaki’s sensitive area. Obviously they couldn’t do what Jouyo wanted to do straight away in that gym room, but he couldn’t help but to tease his man. ”I know I didn’t win, but can I get a small request?” he breathed. ”Will this tiger take me to his place and throw me on his bed after we leave? I want to see a storm tonight.” Ever since Michiaki agreed to let Jouyo in his house that first time, the dancer has been notably fond of going there and making love in the bed Michiaki sleeps in. And he’d grown an emotional attachment to the painting of a magnificent storm that hung on the wall in Michiaki’s room near his bed. Sometimes their emotions and passions felt just like the majesty of the storm. The executive’s love for storms easily transferred to his sacrifice.

”Get a ROOM!!” Koki called out in the middle of his own fighting session. He had stopped a moment to watch when Michiaki got Jouyo to the floor. Koki chuckled. Aizawa, on the other side of the room, was smiling. He had to admit….Shameless could be pretty adorable together sometimes. ”Since I’m sure he won’t do that to you, I still want you to train with him.” But then he saw when Jouyo’s leg moved up on Michiaki, and he scowled slightly. ”Trust the redhead to turn something cute into something inappropriate for public eyes…”

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Souta listened to his boyfriend sensible reasoning and explaining but no matter how right aizawa was it really didn’t sound fun, then again he could use the opportunity for somethign else as well. Souta was trying t gain control of his ability as it was, so sparing without the gloves on would help him in that training as well, killing two birds with one stone… still didn’t sound like fun but he now knew there was no way of getting out of it. Just because it was hard didn’t mean he could hope and pray Aizawa would be there next time Shingetsu managed to get him cornered. The after all had managed to get both Koki and Jouyo from out in the open into a place where they were more at risk and they had done so without their fighters being there, both had been saved by a phone call, had jouyo’s attacks been a little quicker or Koki’s attacks any less arrogant the phone calls wouldn’t have happened and things could have been a lot worse. Souta hadn’t even known about his position of sacrifice at the time nor about all these battles his attackers had used that to their advantage and Souta was damn lucky aizawa had come running after him that day.

”Oh I understand, I even agree to that logic but for me who skipped gym when possible and didn’t even bother chasing friends when they stole something this is not going to be easy, though I imagine you’ll find some way to make it fun and worthwhile for me.” he smiled lustfully thinking of methods Aizawa could use to convince him to train. Still for the moment when Michiaki and Jouyo had thee moment Souta was thankful for the distraction that meant he could slump into a pool of tired goop on the floor

Keiji was thrown off completely when Koki shouted a popular attack from a TV show he actually doubled over laughing uncontrollably, which left him wide open for Koki to assault He shook his head at his sacrifices antics ”If the next people we fight do that we just might be in trouble, I just can’t help but laugh.” If their assailants were so childish as to act out Dragon ball Z moves Keiji had a feeling they wouldn’t be fighting seriously anyways, he wondered if there was a spell that copied the anime attack, it would be easy to dodge in battle but still he now wanted to learn how to do it for his and Koki’s amusement. His thinking let Koki get another tap to his face, nothing hard, just enough to remind him he was supposed to be sparing.

Koki then brought up the topic of what their powers would be saying Keiji would be psychic because he was smart but Keiji had issue with that ”I might get good grades Koki but I generally tend to over think things, if I were to become psychic I would be horrible at it, you're more likely to have a power then I am, you have real talent for things, anyone can study but you really seem to have more potential for just being good at things.” Keiji had never had things come naturally to him other than the promise of a CEO title, he had worked hard for every skill he possessed, he wasn’t naturally good at anything, even things people would expect him to be good at were hard for him; like being a leader. The only thing he had ever naturally been good at was taking care of a young Kaede.

They continued for a while but were getting distracted by Jouyo’s shouts of ‘one’ and ‘two’ their shots slowed and they looked over at shameless just as Michiaki took Jouyo down to the ground, Koki stopped all together to tell them to get a room, Keiji smiled, though his eyebrows knitted in some worry hoping that shameless wouldn’t decided they didn’t need a room and just continue on the floor, They were called Shameless after all. Much to his relief, Jouyo didn’t go beyond a little teasing, which Aizawa commented ruined the mood.

The fight with Jouyo proved educational and more challenging than michiaki would have thought. he wasn’t nearly as flexible as Jouyo was, so the tap from Jouyo’s foot to his cheek managed to surprise him enough that his eyebrows rose, he would love to try doing something to Jouyo with his legs spread similarly. the fight was enjoyable, jouyo quips here and there would distract him long enough for him to smile but Michiaki still wasn’t missing a beat, he took his points here and there and finally they were nine to two, both needing one more to gain their ‘prize’ but Michiaki half sorry took the last blow knocking his sacrifice on his back and sitting on his waist, a confident smile on his face. he watched Jouyo’s chest rise in front of him, and he felt the body beneath him still as Jouyo slumped in defeat for a moment to catch his breath. Michiaki’s brown eyes roved over his sacrifice, devotion and love shown plain as day on his features.

After a moment spent taking in some deep breaths he felt Jouyo shift below him, brushing up against his already rousing crotch, Jouyo made his ‘request’ and Michiaki chuckled, ”I was going to do that regardless, it’s goign to be hard to wait in fact but there are some other things I want to accomplish with the others.”

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Souta had been more than a little enthused in the fight, once things started getting more intense, there little peanut gallery had quested down. Jouyo was keeping score, shouting in jubilation anytime Michiaki got one and keeping tally for Aizawa more quietly. Souta from time to time would give Aizawa encouragement but he wasn’t looking for who would win, he was actually doing his best to watch their moves, after all Aizawa had said they’d be training from now on and Aizawa had also said he should train with Michiaki, so Souta was going to try his darndest to learn the moves he watched so he could last more than a second against the ex-CEO.

He often got distracted by watching Aizawa’s hot bod; his tight stomach, strong chest, tight round a**…

Keiji almost couldn’t watch by the end of it. partially because he felt inadequate next to the other two fighters, they were both so strong -capable of protecting their sacrifices while Keiji couldn’t even throw a proper punch, Koki was in danger with a fighter like himself. The other part of him couldn’t watch because he was getting a little less then comfortable in his pants. A year or so prior Keiji had ‘researched’ his sexuality, seeing site of men with intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies… it wasn’t his fault his mind had gone into the gutter, Souta and Jouyo’s lewd and inappropriate comments had made him start thinking of it and now he couldn’t stop. He kept thinking about Koki and himself getting better, sparing with him in the same way, without shirts on… Sure they didn’t have rippling muscles or broad strong shoulders, but Keiji actually prefered seeing Koki’ chest then theres. His cheeks were slightly pink and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Koki was beyond excited beside him, cheering and jumping up when someone did a killer move, Keiji tried to join his boyfriend in his reactions, if only to hide the fact that his cheeks were pink and he was worried he would never be strong enough to protect Koki like they would protect their sacrifices.

Still when the final point was called they all shied away when Jouyo erupted into the air, deeming his ‘tiger’ the winner. Michiaki was breathing hard, he barely managed keeping on his feet in the final struggle. After a few breaths he stepped forward and helped Aizawa to his feet He had a smile on his face it turned soft when Aizawa spoke about it being an honor ”It was fun, sorry if your sore after this, it’s nothing to feel honored over, the fight was simply well met friend.” He nodded to Aizawa as a sort of bow back, then was joined by Jouyo who was beyond excited over Michiaki’s victory.

Aizawa left the field walking toward the not quieted peanut gallery, Souta stood up and met him half way. Aizawa said something about being sorry he didn’t win, he’d get better. Souta huffed a little laugh ”I don’t care if you win so long as you have fun and I get to watch your sexy bod getting all sweaty.” He wrapped an arm around Aizawa’s neck bringing his fighter closer to him, kissing his cheek before whispering in his ear ”You have no idea how hot that was, I know your tired but you’re going to have a late night workout as well.” he parted with a playful smirk on his face. At a more audible level he continued from his first comment ”besides you were amazing out there, the only reason he won was because he acted like a charging bull for that last move, not all that refined for our resident god.”

Keiji sitting on the floor till next to Koki looked at him ”They’re both really strong… sorry I’m not, I’ll work hard to get better too okay?”

Michiaki broke away from his sacrifices praise to address the crowd since he had taken the lead here. ”I don’t think I have the energy for much more teaching today, but you were watching so do your homework and we’ll do this again soon” He smiled in good humor, he had wanted to train the kids this time but that fight with Aizawa had worn him out more then he wanted to admit, and relentless was definitely done for the day, Aizawa had exhausted himself in that fight and Michiaki doubted Souta would continue to train without him. he made a note that he’d text Ageless, they were the least experience out of all of them and they were the ones that had been physically assaulted, so he didn’t doubt they wanted a little more practice, though with Koki bruised up it would probably be better if they wait anyhow.

Souta couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face when Michi said they were done for the day, it meant he was done too. He smiled at Aizawa again before retrieving his shirt for him, holding his hand once he had it back on.

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They piled into the car and headed back, Michiaki dropping them off at the closest train to get them home since he really didn’t want to be nice and take them all the way home -he couldn’t wait to get Jouyo home. Souta made their way back to his room and Keiji insisted that he would walk Koki home, Koki would have rather slept over but the next morning they had school and Koki hadn’t brought a bag nor had he asked before hand so Keiji convinced him to head home tonight. Besides Keiji wanted to give Koki the proper time to think about what keiji had said, and like the other two pairs keiji felt ready to jump Koki if he got him alone which he was trying very hard to avoid. So he said goodnight to Koki and headed home to work out the frustration on his own.

The week following working out as hectically at the last. Student council was busy with end of year planning, Aizawa and Souta were getting prepared to make their big move, the only pair not up to their ears in prep work was Shameless and they were still working, going through their usual; Routine. Michiaki did sent Keiji a message about training sometime during the week but keiji admitted to being very busy with Student Council, michiaki considered asking his brother to let Keiji off the hook for a few days but in the end decided against it. Renji still didn’t know that keiji and Michiaki hung out together to Michiaki’s knowledge, and Renji would ask too many questions if Michiaki told him now.

They decided they wouldn’t get the chance to meet again the next weekend and would have to postpone it for the first weekend of May, since everyone seemed to be busy with their own things. Keiji did want to continue training with Koki though, so He made up a plan in his head to teach them some moves. At the end of the day Friday Keiji left class with Koki explaining what he wanted to do ”So I was thinking you could come over tonight, we’ll go to your house drop off your stuff, get a change of clothes and stop at a movie store on the way back. We can get some of those fighting moves. I know they’re a little unrealistic but it’s something right? Then we can train some on our own over the weekend, think your Mom and Dad will be okay with it?” They zipped up their bags and were on the way out of school, their friends said goodbye to them as they headed down the hill, hand in hand.

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Aizawa’s eyes bugged subtly at Souta’s first words in response. So Souta was into the sweaty man thing? The blonde took note of it. He happily leaned into the kiss on his cheek, then blushed with the undertone of pleasant anticipation beneath his skin. Souta must have gotten a little riled up watching them and made it clear what escapades they would undergo later that evening. Aizawa always knew Souta was a bit of a sex fiend in ways, and reaped the benefits of it after finally losing his ears, but it was nice to know that something he did brought on Souta wanting that and anticipating it hours prior to when it would happen. He would spar with men far more often if this was the reaction it got.

”They’re both really strong… sorry I’m not, I’ll work hard to get better too okay?”

Koki looked at his fighter and smiled. ”Hehe~ They’re also both old geezers! I’m sure Aizawa was always tall but I doubt they looked anything like they do now when they were our age.” Koki’s eyes squinted shut as he laughed at his own comments. Imagining a young teen Aizawa and Michiaki seemed weird to him. They just kind of seemed like people that were never kids before. ”I’m gonna work hard to get stronger too! Swimteam has helped but I think I could do better. Maybe I should work on getting guns…” Koki looked at his upper arm and flexed with a pouty face. He was still very small. Maybe Keiji would like him more if he was thicker?

As soon as Michiaki was broken away from accepting the mortal’s praise, Jouyo was on him like white on rice, arms sliding up the man’s bare chest and hooking at the back of his neck while he received a rather raunchy kiss. Jouyo pulled away and gave his fighter sultry, burning eyes. ”How much longer do we have to stay, hm Tiger?” Selfishly, Jouyo wanted to get the ******** out of that place even though Michiaki and Aizawa hadn’t worked with Ageless yet. He wanted Michiaki to fulfil his promise for that night’s endeavors.

Michiaki made his announcement and that’s when it hit Koki: he still never had the chance to tell the other sacrifices the news! Things were too busy what with telling them about the attack and then coming to the gym. Koki’s wide eyes looked around as everyone started to get their things and walk away, Aizawa and Michiaki putting up some of the mats and wiping things down. Koki stayed behind, grabbed Jouyo’s wrist because he was closest, and made a ”Psst!” to Souta once Keiji was far enough away, helping the other fighters put things up. It was then that Jouyo had remembered Koki’s excited text, and easily obeyed being pulled the opposite direction. And once Souta was in whisper-ear-shot, Koki’s eyes kept darting to the fighters to make sure Keiji wasn’t looking. ”So getting attacked sucked and was scary and dangerous or whatever but it actually caused something reeeaally really really awesome to happen so I don’t even care. I’d get attacked again if it meant this is what happens after.”

Jouyo gasped shortly in anticipation, wanting the “deets”. Koki knew he needed to act fast before Keiji caught on that Koki might be spreading their business, the one area where Koki went against his fighter because he knew Keiji wouldn’t want him telling but Koki just had to share. As quickly as he could, he gave a rundown of the fact that Keiji was giving him a bath and how one thing lead to another, rough and short details to express what had gone down. Jouyo gasped again, smile wide and all teeth on display as he gave Koki a congratulatory shove to the shoulder. ”Holy s**t you two did ‘the fire starter’!! ******** congrats, babe!” he expressed in an excited whisper. Koki looked up in discovery, his own smile battling the size of Jouyo’s. ”Oh that’s what that’s called?” ”And cute, sweet Keiji was in control the whole time? So much for your fairy theory, Souta. The boy’s got more guts than we thought. Plus, you know they say the ones that seem the most innocent are actually the most pervy, heh-heh-heh~” Koki was all giggles, covering his mouth so as to not get loud. But when the fighters started looking back at them, that was when the sacrifices naturally mosied up to rejoin their guys.


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Koki gleamed with excitement upon hearing Keiji’s proposition. ”If they’re not, they’re gonna have to deal!” Koki exclaimed at Keiji’s question of if his parents would be okay with Koki staying the night. One way or another, the spirited sixteen year old would find a way. But luckily he didn’t have to since when he pulled out his phone and called his mother, she was fine with it. he was excited for a weekend with his fighter, to be able to spend more quality time with him and do fun things like watching movies and even more sparring! And perhaps, when everything was right, Koki could experience more things that made him feel so close to Keiji. Nearly a decade separated, he couldn’t get enough of feeling what it is to be held by him, and kissed by him.

They picked out a couple of pretty good looking martial arts films, and had a hell of a fun time watching them while laughing at some of the ridiculous things that occurred in the film and talking about how cool some of the moves were. It was night time by then, and they were laying up on Keiji’s bed watching the movie through the tv at the foot of Keiji’s bed. Koki liked laying there warm next to Keiji, and even though he was trying to watch the film, every now and again his mind would wander back to the memories of the night of the attack, and what they’d done together. Jouyo had called it “the fire starter”, and Koki was wondering just exactly what were the chances of Keiji wanting to start fire again that night, or something else, or anything at all.

That night had been magical, because Keiji is Magic Boy. Just when Koki’s dark thoughts were returning to him, Keiji stole them away. And it wasn’t that Koki was having dark thoughts that night, but he wasn’t in the best of moods whenever his attention was taken off of Keiji. Koki’s father Ichiro had yelled at Koki the night before, and Koki had yelled back. Ichiro thought that his son spent way too much time away from home, and Koki disagreed thoroughly. And no doubt that once Ichiro got home that night, he would probably yell at Kanon for giving him permission to stay the night with Keiji again. The man was convinced that letting Koki get too attached was a horrible idea, and he wished he was home more often to ensure that Koki was home more often too. But with his wife going against his wishes every chance she got, he couldn’t do anything about it.

Ichiro was thankful that Keiji had encouraged Koki to behave better and make satisfactory grades, but he didn’t believe there was a balance. And since he was unaware that his son was dating Keiji, and thus unaware that Keiji was very much in love with his son, Ichiro feared for the day Keiji went to a college Koki couldn’t get into, and thus things started splitting from there when Koki was used to seeing Keiji twentyfour-seven. Ichiro had been there for everyone of Koki’s meltdowns, he’d been the one worried to physical sickness when Koki went missing every time it happened, and he knew better than anyone how it was nearly impossible to control Koki. He genuinely believed his son was mentally ill in ways, and whether it was true or not it showed in the moments he lost his temper with Koki.

And the night before last was bad. Out of all the people who firmly believed Keiji was an imaginary friend that koki wouldn’t let go of before moving back to Tokyo, Ichiro had believed it the most severely. There were years of bitterness stored up in Koki’s system for his father who, to him, looked like an evil warlock rather than someone who cared for him and wanted the best for him. So ever since Koki woke up Friday morning to that very moment lying in bed with Keiji, he’d get the unpleasant feeling in his chest due to memories of the fight, and he wanted something to get rid of it.

Koki’s coal eyes kept darting over to Keiji, finding solace in the mere image of him. Throughout the movie, this continued to happen and all the while Koki was replacing his boyfriend’s current face with faces he’d made in the bathtub, causing Koki to squirm a little in his place. Randomly, Koki wrapped an arm around Keiji, hooking around his waist. ”I’m glad you’re real,” he said, no doubt sounding extremely random. But years of Ichiro telling Koki that Keiji wasn’t real was echoing in his brain, still so burnt over their fight the night before. Koki’s eyes were looking up at Keiji much like those of puppies. ”I couldn’t make up something as perfect as you.” Koki wanted more than cuddling right now. He wanted closeness, to feel Keiji’s love for him.

The movie was still going, but Koki was losing patience. Did Keiji want another night like that last one or not? The movie’s noise in the background, Koki slid his leg closer to Keiji’s, his toes curling up and into Keiji’s own while his eyes continued to watch Keiji’s concentration on the movie. Knowing him, Koki thought, Keiji was probably trying really hard to learn from the fighting moves while Koki was completely done watching the movie now. He wanted his Magic Boy, his fighter, his boyfriend. He crept closer and closer, his own heart speeding in tempo, until his lips met Keiji’s neck. First it was just a sweet kiss. Then the sweet kiss turned into consecutive sweetly moving kisses, accompanied by little licks of his tongue. Koki knew it was all in his head, but he swore his boyfriend tasted like cotton candy to him. And then the arm that had been around Keiji’s waist moved, Koki’s heart going insane, and slid down to the most sensitive area of Keiji’s body.

Koki had touched him there while Keiji was asleep once, and then Keiji had touched him with that area as well, and now Koki was doing this while Keiji was awake. Keiji had asked to be awake for these kinds of things. The younger of the two was getting excited, hoping his boyfriend wouldn’t stop him so they could finish the movie, or for any other reason at all. He slid a leg over Keiji, straddling his boyfriend as his mouth moved from the pink boy’s neck to his lips. Koki’s skin was tingling, as if the love he had for Keiji was dancing on his epidermis. He was nervous because this was the first time he’d initiated something like this every since Koki gave Keiji the surprise awakening, and he wanted Keiji to want him.

Koki’s fingers gripped into Keiji’s shirt as if that would ensure that they couldn’t separate in that moment, his puffy lips moving on Keiji’s and enjoying the taste of his mouth. ”Hmn...Magic boy…” he crooned between kisses, the speed at which he moved his lips increasing. Keiji’s sacrifice was definitely getting excited. Koki’s thoughts were blank, lost in the sheer joy of being close to Keiji Kurata.

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keiji was happy to hear that Koki got his mother’s permission, hearing Koki saying ‘they’d have to deal’ had him a little worried. He knew Koki had gotten in trouble before for how often he didn’t come home so Keiji didn’t want to be the cause of more fighting. keiji really wanted to stay on good terms with both of Koki’s parents, since it was his parents that had pulled them apart before. Keiji didn’t dislike them for what they did, after all they had done it to try and help their son, they had good intentions, keiji worried that if Koki disregarded their feelings constantly his parents might deem Keiji a bad influence… which was sort of funny in a way, Keiji had never been a ‘bad influence’ before, usually he was considered the good responsible friend that made sure they made it home on time, though he did monopolize Koki a lot more than he did his other friends so he could understand why they might misunderstand.

They picked out a good set of movies, stopped at Koki’s for his overnight/over weekend stuff and headed back to his place where they could watch the movies in his room, Keiji had gotten a text while they were out from kaede stating she was going out to karaoke with her friends and would probably stay the night at a friends as well, Keiji got the name and phone number of the persons she was staying with. Keiji tended to let his sister do what she wanted, she was plenty mature enough to make smart decisions, and he was her older brother not her parent, she tended to get rather nasty if Keiji said no, besides he suspected the short notice was because he had mentioned inviting Koki over for the weekend, she was giving them time alone which keiji didn’t object to wanting. that way they could blare the movies and practice moves in the spacious living room without having a giggling girl to watch them and possibly taking pictures…

When food was eaten and they had changed out of their school clothes they got comfy in his room and Keiji put the first one on, a heat spreading across his face when Koki cuddled up on him at first, They were half sitting in order to see the Tv above their feet but they were comfortably resting together, keiji arm loosely around Koki’s waist on one side and even one of their legs intertwining. Keiji did well to remind himself that they were watching these movies together for educational purposes. Some of the things they saw were good and others bad, some were completely impossible while others Keiji commented he wanted to learn. Him and Koki talked through it giving it a commentary of their own about what the moves looked like, if they were even possible, and if they looked cool despite not being possible in the real world. eventually Keiji realized it was getting late and they were exhausting their pile of movies.

Keiji had dubbed the current film the last for the night, though not aloud, they had slowly been falling into a more horizontal position and Keiji knew it was quite a bit past their usual bedtime, the movie was sounding louder and louder since he was getting tired, he was happy Kaede had decided not to come home, but he also still wished she had made the plan sooner… Koki moved beside him an arm snaking around his waist ”I’m glad you’re real,” Keiji's eyebrows furrowed some after their initial rise at Koki’s movements as he tried to understand the comment. Keiji was happy Koki was real as well but it wasn’t like they had been discussing people that were make believe, or to good to be true… sure they were watching movies about fake people and scenarios but the connection seemed rather weak so the comment was a little out of place. Still he smiled sort of lopsidedly, ”I’m glad you’re real too?” ”I couldn’t make up something as perfect as you.” Now that had Keiji down right perplexed, Keiji looked confused as Koki looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.

His eyes went forward again as he tried to decipher if the comment had been because of the scene playing or something Koki had seen in his room, Koki’s toes were playing with his own,his eyes darted back to the coal eyed sacrifice hand moving down his side not as encouragement but more out of habit. It curled and bunched some of the fabric of Koki’s shirt as Keiji put all his focus on Koki instead of the movie, the sound of it quiet compared to the questions in Keiji’s head and the look on Koki’s face. His cheeks darkened as Koki leant forward his lips connecting with Keiji’s neck. The teenager couldn’t help the surge of blood to his head and midsection, and breathed in quickly through his teeth a slight gasp at the sudden onslaught, he opened his mouth to question but right then he felt Koki’s hand moving, touching him in the very place he was trying to calm at that moment, a long sigh left his lips that sounded more like a moan then a simple exhale of breath. Koki moved again causing Keiji to waken for a moment to what was going on. Koki lifted his leg and was now straddling the still slightly confused pink haired teen. His eyes were half clouded with lust, just like his brain but he was still a little curious about what had brought all this on all the sudden -maybe the few romance scenes in the movies, or just the proximity?

as Koki’s lips descended on his keiji found it very easy to forget his questions and just let Koki have his way with him.Koki’s hand pulled and tugged at the front of his shirt, Keiji felt as if Koki was pulling on his very heart pulling it to sink deeper into this feeling. their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding as one, the feelings overwhelming -the heat, the soft caresses and the needy gestures, Keiji let his eyes flutter shut as he moaned under his breath when Koki called him ‘magic boy’. He knew it was wrong to get aroused by the pet name, Koki had given it to him when they were kids, but somehow hearing his childhood call it out while their hips were grinding together pushed him over the edge. Keiji’s hand drifted further down Koki’s back, resting just above the swell of his behind pushing Koki’s hips closer to him as he grinding himself against his sacrifice, hoping to get a sound out of Koki as well. His free hand hooked itself around Koki’s neck and pulled the other into a much deeper kiss, tongue asking and gaining access to his boyfriends mouth rubbing against Koki’s own.

His knee lifted to aid in getting their hips closer together, but unfortunately the annoying, unrelenting and nagging part of his brain began to stir, asking again what had brought this on, asking about what Koki had said before, whether it was something random or something important… he took another quick breath before losing the arm hooked around Koki’s neck, pulling his lips away pink eyes still tainted with lust also gained a serious note, his eyes searching Koki’s dark ones. With how little light their was between them Keiji couldn’t make out Koki’s pupils from his iris, he was getting lost in their depth but aside from lust he couldn’t read anything from them, if Koki tried to continue he sunk his head back into the pillow beneath it, eyes still searching some something that would hint that Koki might not be completely okay. ”Koki” His voice came out a little hoarse from the sounds he had just been making. ”What did you mean you couldn’t ‘make up something this perfect’ is something wrong?” He knew Koki was ‘manic’ his mother had told him as much, it meant Koki could get into ruts, feeling down or happy without much control once he got that way, he wanted to make sure this wasn’t one of those, maybe Koki was doing this for the wrong reasons. Keiji cared more about Koki then what pleasure he could get from him so he couldn’t just forget the comment and lose himself in this, it just wasn’t in his nature, he had to make sure Koki was okay first] and not second. he refused to let this part of their relationship be something that enabled unhealthy behavior in Koki or himself.

The arm around Koki’s hips relaxed, hand laying flat trying to be reassuring. He very much liked what they were doing but the comment about Keiji not being made up and the sudden onslaught was worrying him.

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Koki's breath increased in heft, relishing in the way Keiji pulled him in and lifted his knee. Their hips were pressed together, their tongues were colliding, and all of Koki's problems were going away. He was making noises just the way his boyfriend was trying to get out of him, until Keiji separated their lips and loosened his grip on Koki's neck. Koki blinked twice, looking down at Keiji with alarm, but noticing that it looked like Keiji was searching for something in his eyes...He had that worried look that Koki always caused him. ”What did you mean you couldn't 'make up something this perfect' is something wrong?” Koki blinked again, cheeks still pink from the flustered kissing. Koki knew why he said it...but all that should have mattered was the fact that he truly felt that way, right? Keiji is too wonderful to make up. No human could do it.


”It just meant what it means...” he said. ”I...I guess I was just thinking about how all my life people told me I made you up...I was staring at you while we were watching the movie...And I thought about how crazy all those people were...I couldn't make up something as perfect as you. Just like I said.” Of course that wasn't the whole truth. It was more specific. He was still burnt over his yelling match with his father the night before. He was so mad. And that man was the main person who ever told him he was crazy and Keiji wasn't real. And it was all just bumming him out.

Koki sighed, eyes traveling down Keiji's neck and stopping at his clavicle. His hand moved over to the area, a finger stroking the slender bone there. ”Why is it that whenever you make moves on me, I just melt and internally fanboy and let you do whatever, but when I make moves you always protest in some way?” When Koki just wanted to give him a hickey, Keiji pulled away and started talking about how it would be bad to leave one where people could see. Then after Koki gave him his midnight-surprise, something didn't seem right and Koki later found out it's because Keiji didn't like Koki's approach. And now when Koki said something he thought Keiji would like to hear and starts making moves on him, Keiji stops them and asks if something's wrong. But this was every time Koki started something that wasn't just kissing, and it was really starting to worry him. Did Keiji not like physical activity with his boyfriend as much as Koki did? Now that this happened for a third time, Koki was starting to feel really insecure, and it might have shown in his eyes that seemed to be drifting off.

Then suddenly his eyebrows screwed with a new determination that seemed to have come out of nowhere, and suddenly his arms reached at the hem of his own shirt and he pulled it up and over, letting the shirt fall to the side on the bed. And without waiting a second he descended down again to kiss Keiji deeply, grinding his hips onto his boyfriend's. Would Keiji like it more if Koki cut to the chase? Would it make his blood gush throughout him and make him really want his boyfriend? Keiji's suspicions were right: Koki's actions were fueled by an internal turmoil, but Koki didn't even know that. All Koki knew was that Keiji made him feel better when he's sad, and watching the movie beside each other wasn't giving Koki the kind of attention that drew his thoughts away from the bad ones.

Koki's hand slid and reached around, scooping under his boyfriend's behind and keeping place there, giving the message of what kind of “making out” this is. Koki wanted a repeat of the night of the attack, or maybe something more. He didn't know, he didn't care, he just wanted Magic Boy.

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”Why is it that whenever you make moves on me, I just melt and internally fanboy and let you do whatever, but when I make moves you always protest in some way?”

Keiji’s breath hitched, and he thought about that; from Koki’s point of view he was quite right. Keiji was the type to worry too much and he always seemed to stop Koki or hinder him in some way during those times. It’s not like he didn’t like what Koki and him did, and Koki taking the initiative excited him to be honest, who would be thrilled over their significant other coming on to them but he couldn’t help his constant worrying that was just who he was. he always worried about what Koki was thinking especially during these times because after ll he loved Koki and he wanted all of these types of things to be perfect that was why he always had to make sure Koki was okay, and not doing this for the wrong reasons. ”I’m sorry…. I don’t mean to say I don’t like things like this and you coming on to me suddenly… it definitely feels good and I like it -it’s just…” Why couldn’t he relax? Melt into this? He knew the answer, he felt like as the older, as the fighter it was his responsibility to make sure everything was perfect, so when Koki started things… he always felt out of depth, if he didn’t understand the reasoning behind everything he couldn’t relax and let it happen.

He stopped to see that Koki removed his shirt, forcing Keiji to gulp before opening his mask to tell koki he was trying to be serious and that they needed to stop for a second but whatever he was going to say after that was cut off briefly as Koki’s eyes gained a sudden determination as he pushed himself forward catching Keiji’s lips again and keiji’s own eyes widened in surprise, their hips grinded and Keiji couldn’t held back the moan in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttered but more warning lights went off, why was Koki pushing it like this way was he ignoring keiji’s concern, Keiji knew that he was likely worrying too much but forcing it like this just made it worse, just made him sure that something was wrong. He felt the warm hand reaching lower as Koki caressed over his behind heating Keiji’s face up a little more, the blood rushing to his face matched by the blood that headed south but with effort he withdrew trying to get Koki to stop for a second, Koki seemed desperate to continue so Keiji did the only thing he could think of, he pushed Koki on his back so he was hovering over his boyfriend instead, knees snapped to either side of his boyfriend's slender hips the calf of one leg crossing over Koki’s legs to resist the grinding, one hand holding their faces a foot away the other gently tangled in Koki’s hair to try and reassure his boyfriend that he just wanted to get his attention not hurt him or refuse him. ”Please Koki just hear me out, I know I seem like a jerk to you right now and I know i’m always resisting ou but… I can’t help it I need to hear you say that everything is okay, that we’re okay, that you understand what I’m worrying about, please.” the last words were a little desperate, he didn’t like it when koki pushed like that it hurt Keiji because he could sense something was wrong, he refused to use this part of their relationship as a way to push problems and worries to the back of their minds, that wasn’t healthy… yes Keiji had some what used this to calm Koki after he had been beaten but that time… but tha had been after the danger was gone, after he could stop worrying that Koki was in danger and besides that he had been so relieved to have Koki there with him, it could have been a lot worse that time but Koki hadn’t broken anything hadn’t been killed… so of course he had celebrated their both being alive and together, but it wasn’t like Koki couldn’t feel that way now, ‘ he couldn’t make something as perfect as keiji up’? Old wounds that made Koki want to celebrate that they were both there and together it was almost the same thing and yet ”i know that’s not fair” he sighed raising himself a little further letting go of Koki’s hair and shifting his weight onto his knees to put even more space between their faces as he looked away guiltily.

He looked back again hand reaching out to rest on the side of Koki’s face, eyes still searching the dark coal orbs trying to convey his thoughts through their eyes and continuing ”I guess I’m just not used to it, I was always the vice pres, the older brother and parent of the house I’m used to doing everything… like I said I don’t dislike you starting things but I guess I worry because… I don’t know what’s going on in your head…. why your doing it. Then again I guess that’s pretty hypocritical of me, you never know what I’m thinking either… I just always worry that we aren’t thinking enough about things… but you have thought about this right? I’m sorry I’m doubting you again, but put me at ease and answer anyways okay? I asked you to seriously think of what our continuing might do and I haven’t heard those thoughts so I have to ask again; are you alright, have you thought about this like I said last time?” He didn’t want to say Koki hadn’t thought about things, he actually hoped Koki had seriously thought about this part of their relationship…

He moved forward again giving Koki a simple kiss reassuringly, he did feel bad about stopping and questioning Koki every time but to be fair the nightly surprise had been… a little worrying, doing something like that needed consent and intent from both parties, it felt good, it really felt good but Keiji had been asleep for the first half of it and to him that was sad, he would rather be awake for the whole thing. The hickey thing… well that was him worrying about what others would think… he realized he shouldn’t care save for a few people that could rip their world apart if they didn’t like what they saw, Koki’s mom, dad and Keiji’s mother. keiji couldn’t help but worry about Koki’s parents. When he was a child Keiji and Koki had found each other by chance, but they had been each others light. Keiji taking care of his sister and shuffling through nannies like candy meanwhile having to face it alone without either of his parents. koki was a day or sunshine, a bright smile and a dear friend that made everything so much better just be being there… Keiki had been Koki’s magic boy.

When koki’s parents had worried about their son they had been ripped from each other, without even getting to say good bye it had affected them both dramatically, even more so for Koki though; he had spent years running away desperately trying to get back and Keiji had never forgotten him but Koki was manic, fixated, and it had put Koki through a lot of pain, always being told that his childhood friend didn’t even exist. Keiji didn’t know Koki’s parents well enough to know what would set them off, maybe a few hickies would send them into panic mode and Koki would get dragged away again, maybe even further; Keiji had meant it when eh said he would find Koki he wouldn’t let Koki suffer alone again, he would find Koki and do what he had to in order to be y his side again but they would still be forced apart from a time and they’d be fighting against Koki’s family, a family that loved and cared about him even if Koki didn’t seem to realize it, it was something Keiji envied he only had his sister really, his mom didn’t feel liek family, she was a stranger but Koki’s mom cared so much about her son, Koki’s father too he knew how precious that was so he didn’t want to be the reason it all fell apart, a family was important even if Koki didn’t realize how lucky he was to have them. Even if they were strict, overprotective and a little rash in keiji’s eyes they still only wanted what was best for Koki, Keiji wanted to prove that he was what was best for Koki but if Koki came home with hickies or worse without his ears Koki would have to think carefully how to deal with that, had to think about whether they should wait, a few years could spare them from being pulled apart again, spare his parents anguish, a few years could mean the difference between having his family and running away for good… he just needed to hear and see that oki had thought about this, after all Koi likely knew his parents better than Keiji did, so he would know if their continued relationship, including the sexual side would scare them into a panic again.

”Just share your thoughts on it with me, it would make me feel a lot better then I’ll work on my apparent control issues.” he smiled sheepishly at the end of that, because he knew that was likely part of it, he wasn’t used to letting someone else make the decisions, so when someone else made a decision for him he couldn’t help that the cogs in his brain went into hyper drive, but he really did find it hot when Koki rolled on top of him when Koki kissed him first, so maybe if Koki put some of his worries to rest right now he could just ‘melt’ like Koki.

[Cupcake Latte]

Clouds. Clouds of all shapes, sizes, and colors were
fuzzying up the sacrifice's head as he made moves on his fighter. He didn't want another
interruption; he wanted to impress his fighter enough with his determination that Keiji would
relish the passion of his sacrifice without worry, without second thoughts. But his wishes were
put out like lights when Keiji tossed him over and began to speak. Koki looked up with doe eyes,
finding solace in Keiji's gentle strokes within his hair, but still completely shattered that his
boyfriend was once again stopping things. He tried his best to listen even through his frustration
and hurt, eyes never leaving Keiji's. Keiji was admitting to control issues, and being afraid that
something was wrong. He was afraid of consequences, something Koki rarely thought about.
And he needed confirmation that Koki had thought about everything they'd talked about before.
The downtrodden Koki's brows screwed slightly, but he kept looking into the tourmaline orbs
returning the gaze in concern. "Y-You mean...When we talked about
sex...and the consequences?" And when Keiji nodded yes, Koki lit up inside. Was he
asking about this because he wanted to do that that very night?! Koki smiled, and shrugged
confidently. "I haven't thought any more on it because I feel the same way
about it and no amount of thinking is gonna make me change my mind. I don't care how my
parents react to what I do with you because they have no right to care after all they've put us
through. This is -our- life and I love you." Koki had very mistakenly thought that such
an answer would make Keiji happy. He thought that Keiji would smile at Koki's confidence in his
answer, and feel assured that his sacrifice knew what was best for them.

========

when Koki asked if it was about the sex and consequences Keiji heaved a sigh of relief, Koki
knew what Keiji was worrying about, at least there was that. It wasn't like Keiji doubted Koki's
ability to seriously think things through but he knew Koki could have a very... one track mind
about certain things, he was happy at least that Koki knew what he was getting at. Though the
second his sacrifice spoke again all the optimism and relief washed out of him, like erasing
chalk from a chalk board his hopes went up in white dust clouds. and Keiji's jaw locked still
looking down at Koki. Koki seemed to think that was all there was to it... Keiji hated hurting him
but Keiji just couldn't agree with his sacrifice. "I love you too, and if it so
happens that we have to fight off your parents or anyone else for that matter then I'll be there
standing beside you but when I asked you to think about that's not what I meant and I think
you're missing the big picture here."

he licked his lips and withdrew from Koki till he was sitting beside his sacrifice on the bed.
"Not more than a decade ago your parents took you away from here, they
didn't do it to torture you or because they hated you, rather they did it because they cared about
you and because they were worried... They were mistaken and I agree that it was painful and
wrong but even though what they did was horrible in our eyes they had good intentions and they
never meant to hurt either of us." He locked eyes with Koki again "I
know they can make mistakes but your parents do love you and you have no idea how important
that is, no idea about how lucky you are." His eyes held back the pain he felt over his
own relationship with his single guardian. she loved him but only as the baby that had been born,
the near man Keiji was right now hadn't even held a long conversations with her in at least a few
years, she didn't know him well enough to love him, she never took the time. Koki's parents had
made a lot of mistakes but at least they had done everything they could to be there.

"If your parents truly can never except us being together, if even after our best
efforts they want to throw us to the curb then I will gladly do what I have to to keep us together,
I'll do whatever it takes because I love you but... They're your parents Koki, they love you, and
you can't just say what they think doesn't matter you can't just stomp on their feelings you need
to consider what they'll think if you come home without your ears you need to be prepared to talk
to them about it, I will stand beside you against them but I don't want to, I don't want to see you
go through that I don't want to see you fight... They matter Koki, and until you see that there's no
way I can do... this in good conscience" He meant anything sexual, if Koki went home
with hickeys or worse an earless head of hair he knew his parents would freak and he already
had a few guesses as to what they'd do if that ever happened. He should have stopped there but
he didn’t “Can you honestly tell me you want to fight with them the rest of your
life? Or worse lose them?” Keiji didn’t think they’d ever disown them but there was a
good chance Koki would get mad enough that he’d try to run away for good, which would just
lead to more and more fighting…

========

Koki looked up at his fighter, smiling in sweet oblivion until Keiji's voice was heard saying that
Koki was missing the big picture. The sacrifice's smile diminished away with a downtrodden
feeling, confusion surfacing as he felt his boyfriend get off of him. He sat up too, slowly, big eyes
looking up and to the side to look at Keiji. The younger boy wasn't sure if he liked what Keiji was
saying or if it made him feel more conflicted. Keiji was the more level headed one, Koki knew
that, but did Keiji just call Koki lucky?! Koki didn't know how much of a brat he was, but because
of the fact that he was such a brat he didn't consider himself lucky, other than being soulbound
to Keiji. However, that had nothing to do with the parents that put him through so much torment!

"S-stomp on their feelings?" Koki repeated incredulously after Keiji
said it. But he listened regardless of the things being thrown at him and blowing him away. He
was asking if Koki wanted to fight with them for the rest of his life, or lose them. The question
made Koki's thin brows pin. "It's not like they ever cared about what -I-
wanted. All I wanted was to be with you but they sent me to strict schools and crazy-doctors, no
matter how clearly I put it to them that I needed to go back to Tokyo!" Koki's bottom
lip puffed in defiance. "At this point, I don't care if I fight with them for the rest
of my life because all my dad does is yell at me anyway. Ever since I came here my grades
have been better and I'm even involved in a school sports team, something he's -always- wanted
me to do, but it's still not good enough for him! I'll always be the son that turned out weird and
everything he did not want for a child and nothing's gonna change that even if I grew a pair of
wings and a halo appeared above my head. ******** that guy!" Koki turned to face Keiji.
"How does this have anything to do with you or me, huh?" Koki's
eyes looked intently at Keiji, heavy with sadness and distress. "Hell, I'd -like-
to see how pissed he got if I came home without my ears!"

========

Keiji’s eyebrows furrowed as Koki spoke, his expression darkening with each sentence. He
listened through to the end though knowing that Koki had already done the same but hearing
Koki saying ‘******** that guy’, saying he’d want to see what his dad would look like. He couldn’t
speak on the fights Koki had with his dad, in truth Keiji had very rarely glimpsed koki’s father but
Keiji had spoken to his mother he has seen her face, Koki acted like it would be fun to piss off
his dad, and like his mother finding out along side him would be no problem “I
get that they’ve made mistakes, I agree with you but they didn’t do it to torture their child they
thought at the time that it was best for you. So you want to piss off your dad by losing your ears,
what about your mom. I -know- she loves you, seeing you in any pain breaks her heart, I spoke
with her before I promised I would never turn my back on you, and I won’t but I also can’t just sit
by and let you turn your back on them.”

“This has -everything- to do with you and me. If you’re upset it hurts me, saying
all this hurts me but I can’t just shrug it off like you, You have parents that love you and see you
nearly everyday, that bond is important and they raised you, even if they made mistakes along
the way at least they were there. Whether you like it or not you can’t just walk away from them,
they’re your parents.” Keiji didn’t like fighting and he sure as hell didn’t raise his voice
often so he hadn’t expected to hear his voice breaking, reaching a high pitch, it sort of hurt but,
he didn’t even feel it, not over the pain in his chest and the burning sensation of his eyes as the
moisture brimmed on his lids threatening to spill over. His chest ached, wounds that had run
deep under his skin from his own families situations and fresh new ones from seeing Koki look
so upset, for being the cause of that distress, from nearly yelling at him but he just couldn’t let
Koki do this, Koki didn’t know what it felt like to feel that your parent doesn’t even know you exist.


“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I want you to have a
relationship with your parents… I kind of want their blessing I mean…” He sighed
taking a few breaths trying to calm back down, a hand rubbing at the spot just between the
bridge of his nose where a headache was forming. “If you do something rash
like that, if you just go home without your ears one day they could rip you away again, some
place even further, I would come for you, I would search for however long it would take but… all
that time would still be lost and you and your parents would never be the same again. When we
do lose our ears I don’t want to have to regret a single thing about it, just like I haven’t regretted a
single second since you came back into my life.” He was still catching his breath and
his voice was still strained but he was speaking at a lower volume He turned away for a second
eyes fixing on his hardwood floor tracing wood patterns with his eyes, blink excessively and
trying to fight back tears. Keiji hated crying and he often held it in even when he wanted to. it
would likely do him a world of good to let it all out but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, he was
the strong one he couldn’t cry now.

========

Koki's eyes became saucers, staring up in near horror at the fact that Keiji's voice was raising in
volume and pitch. His shoulders lowered and curved in, as if he was cowering slightly. not that
Keiji was scaring him, but Koki absolutely could not bare the fact that Keiji Kurata, Magic Boy,
was apparantly very mad at him. A feeling of doom swelled in his chest, and he swallowed with a
dry throat, heart pounding. This was beyond horrible. Koki would take his father yelling at him -
any day- over Keiji raising his voice even in the slightest. Koki felt like the world's biggest ********
up, but he was still having a hard time relating to what Keiji was saying.

Keiji's eyes were getting wet, which -never- happened, and caused Koki to panic inwardly. He
stared at Keiji as his pink eyes moved around, looking at the floor. The sacrifice knew Keiji's
father died when he was very young, and Koki had met him soon after...but Keiji always acted
like he didn't care. And Koki always thought Keiji was so -lucky-that his mom was never around!
It occured to Koki that all this time his boyfriend was hiding things. Koki weakly reached over for
the t-shirt he had taken off, and slowly slipped it back on over his head. This was yet again
another time that Koki's romantic gestures were declined. "Why would we
regret anything about it? Maybe -you- would, but I wouldn't." Koki's brows pinned in
pain. "And I'd like to see them -try- to rip me away again. I'm not super strong,
but I'm sure as hell not a six year old kid anymore either. My mom, I'm fine with her right now.
She likes that I'm here and she thinks you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. But
my dad is nothing but a tyrant. I don't need his love or his approval." Of course Koki
didn't truly mean what he said, but with the bad taste in his mouth from the previous night before
and his current mixed up feelings, it was easy to say such an untrue thing out of anger.

========

Keiji was getting tired of this fight, he knew Koki had gone through a lot of rough times with his
parents but despite that right at that moment he sounded like a spoiled brat. Dismissing his
father so lightly and saying he was ‘ok’ with his mother right now. keiji was spoiled by money, it
was never an issue with him to spend whatever he wanted to, it was one of the only things his
mother didn’t mind giving her children but Koki despite all his hardships was taking his parents
for granted. What they did when they took Koki away from Tokyo had obviously been hard on
Koki but Keiji imagined they didn’t do it selfishly and likely their entire lives were uprooted too,
then again when they moved back, both moves were likely meant to benefit their child, they
made mistakes but they also tried, that was what was making Keiji so angry had Koki even tried
to think about it, tried to consider what they might say or feel? It’s the least he could do but Keiji
doubted Koki had done even that.

“If our sleeping together ruined your relationship with your parents of course a
part of me would regret it, the part of me that loves you and your parents and wants to see you
having a future together with them. I care about you and that means I see past just us being
together but also what our lives will be like and the bonds you have with others, I’m not narrow
enough to forget there’s more than just you and me.” He was getting angry again
though this time his voice was more controlled, because he was done fighting about this, he
didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He sighed. “I didn’t want to fight about this
I just… I know you don’t think that you need to give it much thought but please try for me, try
and think of how they’ll feel about it and what might happen and what you can do to make this
go more smoothly, because regardless of what you say your dad being a ‘tyrant’ is obviously
stressing you out, so making him get even madder won’t be fun will it.” He didn’t mean
to talk down to Koki, he knew Koki wasn’t stupid just… focused on himself and Keiji, and only that.

“We should just go to sleep, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, then we’ll spar.”
He didn’t know what else they could do, it was way too late to walk Koki home, Keiji still
did want to fall to sleep beside Koki that night but he didn’t look forward to the morning after.

========

Koki's eyes displayed the incredulous feeling he was getting from the conversation, and Keiji
even called it a fight! They were fighting?! The word sent a panic to Koki's heart, which began to
beat faster. Souta had tried to warn Koki that this kind of thing could happen, but Koki ignorantly
didn't want to believe him. But yet everything Keiji was saying was filling Koki's brain with so
many thoughts, both sad and offended, and his jaw dropped when the controlling Keiji hailed
their conversation as over, and that it would be continued the next day. As if Koki could -sleep-
like this?! Keiji had just raised his voice at him for the first time!

Koki's jaw dropped. "You want me to think of how they'll feel about it?! If it
was up to my dad, we would have to wait until I was moved out! And he thinks you're gonna get
into some school I can't get into and -forget- about me by the time that would happen! That's the
kind of faith he has in me and you, so if I wait until what -we- do together won't cause a problem
with him, then we're gonna die virgins!" Not that the principle of that worried him, but
ever since Koki finally found Keiji, he'd felt like he was in a hurry. A hurry to make everything
happen as fast as possible. He bombarded Keiji's life and instantly did everything he could to
become his best friend as fast as posisble, which luckily was not hard and the effort barely
needed. He did a mad dash to become what Keiji wanted in a boyfriend, which once again was
barely needed since the sacrifice later found out that he was always what Keiji wanted.

Something about being separated from Keiji as a child without any warning made Koki realize
the impending unknowingness of what could happen in a month, in a day, or in a second. People
tried to tell Koki that they should wait, that he should be patient, that they have "the rest of their
lives" for that kind of thing, but Koki didn't see it that way. Tomorrow, a car wreck could claim
Keiji's life. Or Koki could have a severe reaction to a food he didn't know he was allergic to and
not make it in time to the E.R. What if the Shingetsu attacked them, and they both died? Koki
was manic, he was dramatic, and therefore he didn't see things like other people. He wanted to
have all of the experiences with Keiji that he could as soon as possible. No one seemed to
understand why. And this frustrated Koki greatly.

"Y-You know, I used to be -okay- with the fact that I love you more than you
love me," Koki said out of the blue, standing up from the bed and looking in Keiji's
general direction but not right at him, brows pinning in anguish. "I had always
accepted that because it's how fate wired us. I-I needed to love you more so that I would spend
ten years running away from home, nearly getting kidnapped by a creep that lured me to his car,
starving, getting lost, getting hurt, and yet never stopping because I just knew I HAD to get to
you again! I understood that it happened that way for a reason! B-But now I can't help but to be
bothered by the fact that you DON'T get why I don't give a ******** about my parents' reactions!"

========

Keiji had to try really hard not to roll his eyes when Koki stated that if it were up to his dad he
would be a virgin forever, he caught that Koki’s dad seemed to believe college would split them
up anyways, the man was wrong. That however didn’t concern Keiji half as much as what he
said next; ‘used to be -okay- with the fact that I love you more than you love me’. Keiji froze at
those words, did Koki really feel that way, did he really think Keiji didn’t love him on the same
level as he did?

Koki stood up and Keiji’s eyes followed him, his eyes full of confusion and hurt as Koki went on
to say they were ‘wired’ that way, so that Koki suffered those two years searching for him, as if
Keiji forgot the other existed during those times even worse he said that Keiji couldn’t
understand why Koki didn’t give a ******** as a result of Keiji loving him less. His jaw clenched
again and he breath through his teeth once trying to bare himself from continuing this fight, he
had said they should go to bed but that likely wasn’t happening anytime soon.

As for their past… Keiji hadn’t searched for Koki, but he also had no idea where the boy had
gone, whether he had left by choice or not or whether he just stopped visiting their usual
hangouts because he got a new friend. They had been six and seven, and Keiji had missed him
but unlike Koki he had been left in the dark about what happened and why his best friend
stopped showing up, on top of that he had a broken family to deal with, new nanny’s to meet
every week and a sister who wanted all of his attention for herself it wasn’t like Keiji had forgotten
about Koki but… “That’s not fair. You were my best friend when we were little,
my one ray of sunshine when my family went to hell, I had just lost my dad, my mom was too
busy with work to even make time for her grieving children and Kaede and me were all alone.
Back then seeing you once in a while was the only thing that kept me from throwing tantrums,
the only thing that made me believe that things could get better because we could be happy
again, like I was happy while spending time with you.” He said it with an even tone but
his eyes now had anger in them, he was angry that Koki seemed to think that Keiji didn’t give a damn.

“When we were split up, you knew that I would be confused but you knew
where I lived you knew I hadn’t just stopped showing up. I didn’t know anything all I knew was
that when I went to my favorite places you weren’t there anymore, but how was I supposed to
know your family moved against your will, on the note how was I supposed to know where they
moved to? I never knew why you left, if I had things would have been different, but for all I knew
you got bored hanging out with me, we were six and seven Koki, I had just lost my dad and my
mom didnt have time for me anymore so I figured you were like them, gone forever without saying
goodbye, I just piled it on to the pain I already had. But it’s not like I ever forgot you I had the four
leaf clover we found laminated, preserved and every day I saw it, it would remind me of you and
I’d think about you and how much I missed you but I guess that isn’t good enough, I didn’t travel
the globe without a clue as to where you were and I didn’t figure your parents forced you to go so
suddenly I don’t love you enough apparently, so I apologize for that, but let me tell you again”
His breathing was erratic by now and his eyes were a little red, voice breaking.

“I know you obviously don’t give a ******** about your parents feelings, but my
telling you to think about it anyways is -because- I love you because I want you to stop fighting
with them some day to be happy living with me and being able to call your parents and have a
nice conversation. When I said I would love you for the rest of my life I meant it, meaning I have
hopes for eating dinner at your parents house or hearing their blessing and I think of all this
because I love you and I want for you to always be happy.”

He breathed out slowly “And yeah I also don’t understand how you and your
parents work because instead of me not giving a ******** about my mom she acts like she doesn’t
give a ******** about me, I don’t matter as much as her company does and neither Kaede. I envy
that you even have fights with your parents because at least you can say you’ve talked to them
before, in the last week, hell the last twenty-four hours, I don’t have that luxury, so yeah I don’t
understand why you would be willing to throw that away without trying because having parents
around is something I haven’t had since I was seven, I barely even remember what it felt like.”
He let out shaky breaths trying once again to fight down anything that would make him
cry. He had gotten over their family situation a long time ago and he wasn’t going to let it break
him now.

[Cupcake Latte]

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Koki was standing there in oblivion as to how things had gotten like this that night, how they could go from watching martial arts films to kissing to fighting....Koki was horrified by the look on Keiji's face, not that it was actually scary but for the fact that Koki had never in a million years wanted to make Keiji create a face like that. And what he was saying uninvitedly reminded Koki of just how much pain Keiji had been in when they had first met, how Koki was the thing that made him happy to wake up in the morning to the thoughts of seeing his best friend. And so when Koki disappeared, Keiji having no way of knowing where to or why, he had to deal with that pain on top of everything else he was experiencing in his life. Koki wasn't he only one who had been in pain, though he wanted to believe he was. Koki's full-moon eyes stared at Keiji in terror as he realized exactly how he had made Keiji feel with all he said. ”I'd think about you and how much I missed you but I guess that isn't good enough.” No... No! That wasn't what Koki meant! But Keiji 's breathing was unsteady, his eyes were reddening, his voice was cracking...and Koki had done this to him.

Things begin to evolve from the topic of Koki's disappearance, to how important it was that Keiji could have the Kobayashi's blessings, to revealing how Keiji harmlessly envied Koki's having parents who were both living and both saw him constantly. Koki swallowed hard, staring at his boyfriend who looked like he was struggling to keep it together and feeling a waterfall of guilt poor onto him for causing this, for being so immature, for thinking only about himself that night. It had never occurred to Koki before exactly how important the idea was of Koki's parents approving of them to Keiji. When Keiji had asked him to think about the repercussions of their actions, he wasn't just talking about if Koki could personally handle them. He was also talking about how it would affect the loved ones around them. And even though that wasn't important to Koki, he was realizing now that he needed to stop being childish and consider Keiji, who has always considered Koki before anything else.

Koki had no confidence in this situation now. He had no faith in himself that after this moment he could make things better. He was always the consoled, no the person who consoled others. And only because he was usually the root of the problem. He made things worse. And the suffocating air in the room was telling him he'd make things worse now too if he hung around. He looked at Keiji, never having seen him like this before, and only worried that if he tried to talk to him that he'd further shove everything into the dirt. Koki was close to having a panic attack, close to breaking down.

Koki carefully and slowly stepped forward, leaned onto the mattress over Keiji, and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek that he held there for a few long seconds. ”You don't deserve what I said to you,” the younger whispered close to Keiji's ear. His hand touch Keiji's and gave it a subtle squeeze, and moved away, taking a couple steps back. ”I'm...” Koki said, almost choked. ”...gonna step out.” Koki held his breath tight as he slowly turned and went for the door, giving Keiji the space that Koki strongly believed he needed away from him. In the past when Koki did this kind of thing, it was always best to keep away from them, or so he believed. Because even when he tried to make things better, somehow he ended up making the person hate him far more. So once the boy was out of Keiji's room, the door shut quietly behind him, Koki's fist came up to clutch as his chest, as if a bullet shot him there out of nowhere. His eyes squeezed shut, his lips hung open, and it took all his strength not to cry out in his regret.

Keiji was hurting, and it was because Koki was the one to twist the knife in the older boy's wound, and Koki didn't know how he could fix that. He'd told Keiji that he loved him less than Koki loved Keiji, which Koki had believed to be true but he never meant to use it as a tool of argument! The look in Keiji's eyes had said everything, and Koki even immaturely wondered if Keiji loved him less now because of all the things he'd said. And the painful reminder of his deceased father and his absent mother...Koki didn't want to hurt him anymore. He made himself walk and entered the next empty room where he found a pen and a piece of paper, and hurriedly scribbled a message. ”I love you, Magic Boy. I'll never forgive myself for making you so mad, and making you feel so sad. I'm s**t!! You deserve someone way better, but yet you humbly choose to be with me anyway. You truly are magic! I'm going to think about everything you said, and try to understand it. I'll try really hard! I don't want to ******** up again and lose you because of it!! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!!” Tears dropped onto the paper, causing it to curl at the corners and bubble up. But he wiped his strained face and brought the paper to Keiji's door where he slid it under the crack, knocked softly so that Keiji would look and see it, then made a silent dash to the staircase. And when he was to the bottom floor, he swiftly put on his shoes and ran out.

In Koki's mind, this was not abandonment. In his one-track, still maturing mind he was healing Keiji of his presence. Keiji would be able to be better because Koki wasn't there! And Koki ran as far as he could before he could barely breath anymore, face wet with tears and red all over. He continued running until he finally got home, not realizing that if Keiji tried to call him, then Keiji would only hear Koki's phone ring inside of Keiji's own bedroom, where Koki forgot it. He burst into the house's side door, causing his mother Kanon to get quite a start from expecting her son to be at the Kurata's, and Koki bolted to his bedroom where he slammed the door and loudly locked it to suffer alone in his misery. The petite Kanon rushed over to her son's bedroom. Koki hadn't done anything like this in a long time. They had thought they'd made progress. The little young woman's heart pounded. ”Koki?! Honey are you alright?!” she called through the door. Koki was already curled up on his bed, covering his head with a pillow and sulking. He thought about what would Keiji want him to do? Would Keiji want him to spill his distress out to his mother?! But yet, he didn't want his mother to feel any less confident about Keiji and Koki, since that was so important to his boyfriend. He didn't know what to do, so Koki ignored her. Not out of spite, not out of selfishness, but the boy genuinely was at a loss for what was the right thing to do. ”Baby, please talk to me. Why aren't you at Kurata-san's? Did something happen?” ”I'm fine,” Koki called out to her. ”P-Please, Mom, don't fret over it. I'm fine, okay?”

Kanon stood there with her jaw slightly dropped, staring at the door. Ichiro was not home yet, as he had to work another late night at the office catching up on paperwork, but she knew he'd be home soon. She worried about him finding out about whatever this is. He might finally put his foot down and restrict Koki's visits with Kurata even more. Her fingers touched her mouth in distress, curling, and she walked back into the main area of the house and stared down the phone. She wondered if she should call Kurata and ask for herself what happened. But that might not be smart...Kurata might be hung up on emotions right now too. Had they fought for the first time? Kanon stood there, her heart aching. When she wasn't working her shifts during the day, or she wasn't spending time with Ichiro as Koki was at Keiji's house, all she did was think about Koki. She'd worry about him, hoping with every day that passes that nothing would happen to disrupt his spectacular progress. But when Koki was like this, getting him to talk about whatever was happening was nearly impossible. She wondered if Koki would lose his appetite as he often did when these kinds of things, and if his health would suffer. It all would seem dramatic of her to anyone else who could hear the worries in her mind, but they hadn't spent sixteen years raising Koki Kobayashi.

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Keiji was usually able to keep himself in check; he wasn’t a normal teenaged boy that was fraught with emotions and angst, he was Keiji Kurata, he was a parental figure for his sister, the perfect well behaved son, a magic wielding fighter and Koki’s beloved magic boy. He could do anything, he wasn’t so fragile as to let a single fight break him, to let words said in anger and hurt break him to pieces. He made sure everyone believed in the facade he had built around his heart, he did it so well that he had almost forgotten himself, the parts of him he kept hidden the parts that had been unravelling slowly with each new shock that hit him, and there had been quite a few as of late. He had shown his frailness his own inability just now and while he was trying to stow it away once again, so he could look at this mess rationally he failed to see the look that came over Koki. Failed to notice what had had done in that moment. He was too busy putting his shell back in place.

He closed his eyes and sat down in the swivel chair at his desk gaining back his breath, lips parted as he tried to collect himself, he hadn’t meant to lose himself but somehow those few small words from Koki had destroyed his control had sent him right off the handle without any hope of bringing him back. It was funny a few moments ago Koki had been attempting to do just that, make his boyfriend forget himself get lost in hormones and their love for one another, Keiji wished he had just given in, he may have played the adult there, but he was playing the fool now. He barely registered when Koki said he was stepping out. Keiji slowly took a breath in through his nose and then out his mouth eyes opening back up control firmly back in place but his eyes didn’t see Koki anymore, he wasn’t in the room like he had been. Pink eyes blinked and cat ears fell flat against his head, the tail that had been stiff with anger seconds ago swishing out as he looked around the room and the things his boyfriend had just said caught up with him but he had no idea when Koki had left the room.

He stood up with a start and darted out of his bedroom door, flinging open the closest bathroom door, but it was empty he piled down the stairs scanning each room he went through opening each door there was and come up with nothing. He opened up the front door and looked out he thought he could hear footsteps falling fast in the distance but he wasn’t sure he took a few steps before stopping and running back up the way he came. He would just call Koki’s phone. There was no way he could have left, he knew he shouldn’t be out alone at night, Shingetsu…

He got to his room and grabbed his own cell that he had left charging on his desk, dialed the most recent contact and lifted it to his ears. He waited while it toned in his ears and the delay allowed it to sound once in his ear before Koki’s familiar k-pop ringtone and cursed looking on his bed to see Koki’s discarded phone lighting up’ he ended the call and then picked up Koki’s phone holding it tightly to his chest while his head ran with thoughts. he had to go after Koki. Keiji hadn’t meant to go off the handle hadn’t meant to unload all his own doubts and worries on Koki. he took another second in thought before heading back down the stairs, grabbing his keys locking the door behind him and taking off into the night after Koki.

He had been stupid, sure Koki should have thought about things more deeply but it wasn’t completely his fault, Keiji should have known that Koki wouldn’t think of those things because he was so focused on making Keiji happy, because he loved Keiji so much that it was the only thing that mattered. and while keiji wanted Koki to see that there were things outside that scope he was also glad that Koki was so focused on him, it made him fel warmth, Koki really did love him with all his heart and since he wasn’t good at seeing past that Keiji had to help him, he had to deal with his own worries, it wasn’t fair to unload them onto Koki like that, talking about other people and what else there was when all he should see is that his boyfriend wants to be closer to him. If he had doubts he’d iron them out himself.

he was racing down his road for the subway as fast as he could do. Koki obviously had a head start though, and was likely in better shape than Keiji was. Keiji had only been working out once in a while with Saboru while Koki had swim team so he didn’t manage to catch Koki’s train or even see trace of him. when he got to the subway he swiped his card and powered down the stairs dashing into the train like a madman hitting the other side of the train just as the doors closed. the train moved and a thought occurred to Keiji; what if Koki hadn’t gone home? He bit his lip; he was still holding both phones in either hand, only now did he check his phone looking through the contacts, sure enough he didn’t have Koki’s home phone number, but Koki’s phone did. He opened it up finding his home phone number and calling it from his own phone

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Now with confirmation that Koki was indeed at home he sighed in relief, happy that he knew Koki had made it home safe at least, despite how dangerous it could have been though he supposed Shingetsu wasn’t having them stocked or anything like that, at least not yet. He knew what he had to do, now all he could do is hope that Koki’s parents would take it well, he had high hopes for Koki’s mom but his dad… Keiji hadn’t interacted with the man much and he already knew thanks to Koki that Mr. Kobayashi had doubts about Keiji's intent to stay with Koki. Keiji shook his head, he wouldn’t fret or worry or run away he would do what he had to to make things right, standing now.

When the train arrived at the station he dashed out of the train and towards Koki’s house he wondered how bad he looked for a few seconds but decided he didn’t care. this wasn’t what he had imagined for himself when asking for the Kobayashi family blessing but it didn’t matter, it had to happen tonight so Keiji could start feeling what Koki felt, to immerse and not worry about anyone other than the two of them.

when he got to the front door he let out a breath tail wrapping itself around his waist despite his mental coaching not to be nervous and not to be afraid and not to let his spirits fall. His eyes half back as he walked up the steps, putting his and Koki’s phone in either pocket as he approached and eventually knocked on the door. As expected Kanon answered it, her face still had a look of concern, and Keiji felt bad for what he had put her through tonight most of all. He already knew Koki was in his room so when invited in he asked to speak to her in the living room and spoke to her first since he wanted her to stop worrying ”I’m very sorry for all the worry I’ve caused you, I didn’t mean to and I didn’t mean to make Koki so upset either, I should have stopped him from running out but…” He couldn’t explain why he hadn’t that he had been lost in his own dredged up feeling and ignoring Koki when he had obviously hurt him.

But he did have to tell her what had brought them to this point at least somewhat which was delicate to say the least ”Ah… Mrs. Kobayashi-san I’m sorry you only heard about it now, we should have told you a long time ago but well… I’m… in love with your son, we’re… dating in fact” He stood up unable to stay seated for this, he bowed slightly both as an apology and a formality “Me and your son have been going out for a while now, and I’ve thought about for a long time what you and your husband would think… Koki really does care a lot about me and even though he doesn’t always say so I know he cares a lot about you. we fought tonight because of my doubts over what you would think about our… relationship. I put a lot of guilt on him over it and I will apologize but first I have a question or rather a declaration and a hope.” He rose to look the likely shocked face of Koki’s mother “I Keiji Kurata am in love with Koki Kobayashi and I have decided that I wish to stand by him for the rest of his life. we’re still in highschool and I know we can’.t get married or anything but none the less I would ask for your blessing, and for you to entrust your son to me from this point forward” He bowed again holding his breath in as he did so, knowing this was a lot to spring on to a woman who likely didn’t even know her son had that sort of relationship with Keiji in the first place.

After a space of air he rose again looking a little sheepish ”Of course he would still live with you until we graduate and continue with our lives but I have no intention of leaving him behind, and I consider him in all my plans for the future, since the only future I see is with him in it”