Misaki - Mikelo - Fushimi shenaniganry

[skaterflames]

For whatever our twisted little hearts desire

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[twoflames]

Don't be like that, Mi-sa-ki. [ There's a quiet chuckle at the end of it, caught between a sigh and the slightest sound of indignation. Fushimi moves to Mikelo, tracing his fingertips lightly along the boy's arm as he stares at Misaki. Dressed in nothing but a simple towel that could easily be removed without much effort? Too easy. ]

We came to see you. [ There's a smirk, tilting his head to casually press his chin against Mikelo's hair. Another look, his hand idly caressing the smooth skin of Mikelo's cheek this time. ] He's right. You smell good - [ Fushimi breathes in slowly. ] - enough to eat.

[mikelo]

[Two years, now, and it's never grown old. That fleeting, delicate, yet teasing caress; so easily sending a warm chill through him. Before he even bothers to say anything in return, Mikelo's eyes close as he leans into Fushimi's hand, eager to accept whatever else he may do.

Even so, Mikelo's fingers remain twined with Misaki's, which he draws up to press a kiss to the inside of Misaki's wrist, grip just firm enough to keep him close. ]

You even made it easy for us.

[A playful comment, his other hand softly trails down Misaki's abdomen, fingertips drawing along the edge of the towel. ]

[skaterflames]

[ You even made it easy for us.

His stomach knots up in despair, that feeling of betrayal leaving an acrid taste in his mouth. He keeps letting this happen, letting Mikelo close because of that loneliness than came from losing his twin. They've been doing this for two years now and he still hasn't learned, if he had he would have left. Silently, through the connection his tone is bitter. ]

I really do make it easy for you, don't I?

[ Yata doesn't pull away when Mikelo's hand drifts lower, but instead his body tenses for one moment as he throws a punch at Fushimi. Fighting back is pointless, but he'll hate himself more if he doesn't try. ]

[twoflames]

Tch. [ He wonders how many times it will take for Misaki to learn he just can't hurt him. Fushimi dodges effortlessly, moving so that he's to the boy's back and facing Mikelo now. A sharp smirk, hand fisting in that beautiful red hair of his, and he jerks Misaki's head back to expose the curve of his throat.

Lips to his ear, eyes still focused on Mikelo and almost staring through him. ]

That isn't going to work. [ He touches the tip of his tongue to the lobe. ] You're so warm. [ Then a breath. ] Isn't he, Mikelo?

[mikelo]

Mmhm. I like when you fight. . . although I really would be sad if you ever leave. Brother has never stopped being my favorite.

[The reply is strictly to Misaki, and despite the current situation, Mikelo truly is being honest about his feelings. Losing his brother would hurt like no other.

Fushimi's fluid movements catch his attention, then. Tempting with the way he handles Misaki. Mikelo's gaze lingers upon him as Fushimi speaks, and it only draws him closer. ]

Mm. He is.

[It's almost a murmur, as Mikelo leans in to taste the hollow of his throat, closing his eyes. The hand from before slips over Misaki's torso again, a light scrape of fingernails over the smooth, warm skin.]

[skaterflames]

[ He doesn't reply to what Fushimi says except to hiss in pain as he's dragged back by his hair. He twists in his grip, trying to get away from the vampire. The towel wrapped around Yata's hips loosens and starts to droop.

He stills as Mikelo leans in, the mouth on his neck makes him exhale shakily while the scrape of nail sends a shiver through his frame.

The towel finally gives into the forces of gravity and drops to the floor.]