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takemichi, or takemitchy as he is endearingly called, thinks he should've expected it. baji is, put simply, a dog.
one, he gets excited easily. takemichi is unable to count on one hand the amount of times he's witnessed the toman higher ups hold back a demonically grinning baji, cackling wildly as he struggles in the hold of his friends. whether it be for food or the urge to spill blood, it's a sight takemichi has become used to.
two, he's rather loud, playful, and borderline obnoxious. takemichi has to physically place his face in his hands and sigh whenever he thinks of the many pranks he's been victim to. baji is usually the ringleader, and he tends to find a way to rope in other members. chifuyu, kazutora, mikey, and even draken on a couple occasions. takemichi prefers not to think about it.
three, he finds it difficult to control blunt outbursts. it's a given, if takemichi's being honest. first time they met, baji stared into him, eyeing him from head to toe and seemingly breaking the blonde down in order to bring light to his deepest darkest secrets. suddenly, bronze colored eyes snapped up to meet a trembling blue. takemichi was caught off guard by what the intimidating looking man said next.
"damn. you're short as hell. never thought i'd see the day where i met someone shorter than mikey, but here you are. how ya doin, tiny? name's baji, what's yours?" immediately, the joint teasing between mikey and baji had started and since then doesn't seem to be slowing down to a stop. often, just before the two approach him with that familiar mischievous grin, takemichi finds himself smiling fondly at the memory.
four, his laugh sometimes is akin to the proud barking of a large dog and despite not being the brightest in the gang, he's as loyal as one. despite his rather animalistic and rowdy nature, baji had earned takemichi's respect. those dark honey eyes carried a glint that takemichi knew all too well.
determination. it's was nice to know that despite how many opposites they had in personality and appearance, they shared at least one thing in common; they'd do anything to protect those they cared about.
five, he's even got sharp canines that glint in the sunlight whenever he's got that animalistic grin on his face. takemichi would rather the ground swallowed him whole than admit the effects that a certain specific look on baji's face had on him. he's found himself blushing and turning away from baji's being than he'd like to admit. maybe he's insane for finding something so... predatory attractive.
takemichi shakes his head, trying to physically shove those thoughts into the back of his mind for a later time.
like takemichi said, baji keisuke's a dog.
it only makes sense that he fucks like one too.
♡¹
takemichi doesn't quite remember how he got into this situation. one moment he's eating the dinner he cooked (which, by the way, is his only real adult skill) with baji and the next he's bent over on baji's bed. face down ass up as baji called it, on his hands and knees and naked as the older pounds into him mercilessly. through half lidded eyes he can see himself in the reflection of the large glass door that leads to the personal balcony just outside of baji's room.
his cheek is pressed onto the mattress, eyes sparkling with unshed tears and nails digging into the sheets. through the pleasurable haze he can feel his senpai's hands, calloused and rough from battle, digging into his hips and waist. their clothes were thrown into some corner of the room.
fuck, baji-san, and please were the only words that seemed to leave his mouth. they were strung together in no particular order between embarrassingly whiny moans and breathless gasps as baji, quite literally, fucked him stupid.
they made eye contact in their reflections, takemichi blushing as baji looked at him with that dumb smug smirk on his dumb face. takemichi, in the midst of arousal, allowed his tears to fall freely as he continued to beg between incoherent mumbles and profanities. for what, both aren't quite sure but that doesn't stop baji from giving and giving to his precious kouhai.
♡²
baji felt ready to do something stupid. what stupid thing, you may ask? ask takemichi out in front of all of toman. and then invite all those unlucky bastards to their wedding when they're fresh out of highschool.
it would be worth it he thinks, as a rough and calloused phantom hand finds it's way around his neck for just a second, making baji's breath seize in his throat. baji shudders. mikey's, probably.
because no fucking way did the fat ass bouncing on his cock belong to the same, awkward, crybaby takemichi who would get his shit rocked no problem. no way did those delicious fucking moans belong to the same boy who always finds a way to get back up no matter how hard he's punched or kicked. no way did the pretty blue eyes, framed by sunshine colored golden locks belong to the same boy who took a fucking stab wound for him.
if you asked takemichi, he probably wouldn't be able to tell you how this came about. not without a lot of stuttering and thinking at least. but if you ask baji, he'd be able to recite it clear as day (he probably won't though).
after all, who can forget the day they fall in love?
♡³
it starts with baji opening his front door. yeah. he fell in love not even a few hours ago. but i mean who wouldn't? takemichi had his hair down. soft, fluffy, somewhat strangely sunlight colored curls framed his face.
it wasn't the first time he saw him with his hair down like that. but without the bruises and cuts and tears streaming down his bloodied face it's just different.
it was as if those pretty innocent eyes were framed by a golden halo. he was wearing a cropped, black, slightly baggy turtleneck sweater that bunched up around his fingers (holy shit is that black nail polish?) and tight black jeans that hugged him from the waist down, damn near knocking the breath out of baji.
didn't mikey and draken say his fashion taste was garbage? baji may not know much about fashion like mitsuya, but he wasn't blind. baji looked lower at their feet and oh.
oh.
oh my fucking god those are heels.
a simple pair of black, chunky soled, closed toe block heels that had a single band around takemichi's ankles. there were gold accents, making it look like it belonged with toman's uniform.
baji snapped his eyes back up, not wanting to think about how long he must've been staring down at the younger boy, eyes wide and mouth dropped open. he instead narrowed his eyes and smirked at his kouhai, who looked like he was debating on whether to let the tears build up under the 1st division captain's undivided gaze.
"who the fuck are you? because no way in hell is this pretty thing in front of me hanagaki takemichi and i don't remember inviting anyone else today."
takemichi blushed and spluttered when he registered the somewhat backhanded compliment, unable to form words so instead he puffed out his cheeks a little and playfully scowled at the older boy. he didn't want to say anything stupid, incase baji did decide to knock his lights out, but he wasn't going down doing nothing.
baji tried to ignore how fucking cute he was and instead laughed. "aw i'm just fuckin with ya, come in, hanagaki." he stepped aside and motioned his head inside, an invitation for takemichi to come in.
he almost felt disappointed as takemichi took off those glorious heels. he shoved his hands into his pockets after closing and locking the door, zoning out as takemichi undid the buckles. he almost blurted that he could keep them on, but stomped that idea down when he pictured how his mom would feel about having shoes on in her asian household. and thus, he begrudgingly decided against it.
he once again motioned for takemichi to have a seat on the couch and takemichi did, stiffly, as one would visiting another's house for the first time. it's not like they were strangers or anything, but takemichi was nervous at the new environment, too nervous for someone visiting the home of a man he almost died for. he relaxed a bit as baji handed him a cup of warm tea, bowing his head in thanks as baji sat across from him, placing his own cup on the dark wooden coffee table.
"your place is really nice, baji-san." said boy decided he didn't like the way his name sounded out of his mouth. too formal. they were only a year apart, baji wasn't some hag. yeah. that was the reason.
"keisuke."
"hm?" takemichi hummed into his teacup, confusion lacing his voice.
"call me keisuke." baji picked up his own cup, one handed, his other arm cooly slung over the top of the loveseat.
"oh. kei- keisuke-san then." baji almost snorted. "eh, close enough." he muttered. then louder, "thank you though. i hope you're comfortable." he shot the smaller boy an uncharacteristically warm smile. takemichi blushed slightly, trying his best to smile back. "how's your uh," baji tapped his own abdomen, right under the left side of his ribcage. "that. yeah." he ended rather lamely.
stab wound. he didn't want to say it aloud, worried he'd flinch or have to grit it through his teeth. it would sound too real to hear his own voice say it. baji froze as takemichi lifted up his top, just above his nipples. he held it there with one hand as the other grazed the scar left by the blade.
"don't worry about it keisuke-san. good as new, see!" baji released a slightly shaky breath, both from seeing the scar and how pretty and pink his kouhai's nipples were under the black turtleneck, how creamy his skin looked despite the scar.
it should have been me he wanted to say, but he knew takemitchy wouldn't drop it if he did and he didn't really want to sour the mood like that.
"hey, takemitchy. i gotta ask..." the aforementioned boy tilted his head, making eye contact with baji. go on his blue eyes said wordlessly. "your outfit. not saying it's bad or anything, but uh... no actually it's the opposite you look really fucking good." baji tried not to look at how wide his hips were compared to how tiny his waist was.
"uhh- mikey and draken said you're fashion taste was shit and this," he twirled his finger around, pointing at takemichi. "is the opposite of that. what gives?"
and takemichi, sweet, kind, crybaby takemichi. he laughed at that. it was a soft sound that resonated beautifully in baji's mind. it was like the angels sang into baji's fucking ears. "thank you ba- ahem, keisuke-san. i was worried i might not look good." at this, baji widened his eyes and shook his head no almost comically.
he... he wanted to look good... to see me?
baji fucking hoped this was the case.
"hinata-chan and emma-chan actually threw out my wardrobe and replaced everything. i am, unfortunately, no match for those two. i'm not really mad about it though, the change is nice actually. especially since akkun and the guys can't talk their shit about my fashion sense anymore."
takemichi sighed fondly at the memory of his mizo mid crew essentially losing their shit at the change, takuya praising the gods above as he watched takemichi tend to them with a confidence in his step he didn't have before. that was all it took for takuya to buy him those heels that matched the toman uniform perfectly, secretly hoping his childhood best friend would get the memo and wear it to a damn meeting.
takemichi had released his shirt and opted for filling his hands with his teacup. he took a long sip, and smiled. the blonde almost shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if he said no to his best friend and her blonde girlfriend. he muttered, "i just wish i knew where they got the money to do it, though..." it was just loud enough for baji to hear and he chuckled knowingly at the boy's confusion.
(draken. it was draken. it's always draken, the poor thing. if not draken, then the girls somehow convinced inupi and a roped in koko. it was common knowledge that those two would do anything for the co-commander of the black dragons. inupi more so but that doesn't mean koko was far behind at all.)
"and the heels?" baji said, not expecting the words that come out the boy's mouth in response.
"oh those? they're actually mine! i've had them for a while but i don't wear them often because i never really go out. i have a few more actually, but they were the most comfortable. is there... something wrong with them?"
"what the hell? no, listen, i'm not complaining." baji put his hands up, signature sharp-toothed smirk adorning his face as takemichi laughed at that. "i'm glad then" takemichi said shyly as his laughter settled.
"what about the makeup?"
"makeup? i'm not wearing any, keisuke-san... oh! that's what forgot!" and with that, takemichi pulled out a black eyeliner pen from the black mini backpack he brought with him. baji watched dumbfounded as takemichi took out a small compact mirror and freehanded two perfect wings on his eyes, taking only a few seconds before putting both away. "well, now i am, keisuke-san."
huh. "that's it? that's all you do?" he tried not to sound offensive. "well most of the time when i go out, yes. sometimes i do eyeshadow and lipstick too but most of the time it's just eyeliner and liptint. maybe a clear gloss if i feel like it? today it's just the liner, though. i've only gone full face maybe, what, four times? was a pain in the ass to get off so i don't do it often."
huh. baji nodded once more. he could of sworn the younger was wearing at least blush and lipstick. maybe a bit of foundation or concealer to cover up the bruises. at least he thought that's what people used, with his limited makeup knowledge gifted to him those times emma got bored and did his makeup.
"you uh... you look good." baji tried. takemichi beamed at him and baji tried not to let his semi-neutral expression falter into a starstruck one.
the atmosphere was a lot nicer now, not as rigid. with that, takemichi asked, "so, keisuke-san," he placed down his tea on the table and settled his hands on his lap. "anything planned today?"
oh yeah. he forgot about that. baji looked up in thought. originally he invited him to his house hoping to get to know the boy who saved his life a little better.
well invited wasn't the exact right term.
what baji had actually done was shouted "hey you!" before he stomped over to takemichi, slapped down a slip of paper with his address, a date, time, and his phone number into the boy's palm, and stomped off in true baji fashion (on the other side of the sheet was a messily scribbled down you better be there or i'll kick your ass hanagaki). he didn't even give the boy a chance to say no.
not that takemichi would, but still.
and even baji knew he wouldn't decline. still, he didn't really think he'd get this far. "well i was thinking about watching a movie or two and um..." takemichi waited, patiently tilting his head cutely once again." baji fought down his blush. "i was actually wondering if you could teach me how to cook too."
at that, takemichi absolutely fucking beamed. cooking was one of his skills he took pride in and he wasn't afraid to show off to the guys in the gang either. he remembers the time he bought a homemade pastry one day for mikey, a small thank you for saving him that one day.
mikey wanted to tell him it was unnecessary, he swears. but it's unlike mikey to turn down a snack. upon tasting, mikey declared that it was "the best fucking thing i've ever fucking had in my fucking life". and from then on, every once in awhile michi would bring food for the higher ups in toman.
captains, vice captains, and such. snacks, small meals, bento boxes, anything he had the time for. baji was no exception and he may not show it, but baji fucking adored whenever the boy brought food for him. the way he shyly offered every single time and how he glanced at him and the others eating the delicious food, happy and sated.
his smile was almost contagious as the others complimented him. from short rants between bites from mikey about how he cooks like a god to a "not bad, takemitchy!" from smiley, followed by hums of agreement from the others, all of it meant the world to him.
"of course!" takemichi said. "if you want we can do that now. that way we can have dinner first and we don't ruin our appetite eating movie snacks". the animated twitch of his fingers, one he recognized from mitsuya, the urge to create, left no room for baji to reject the offer.
baji nodded wordlessly, getting up to lead them to the kitchen. he pulled down two aprons from a hook, one for takemichi who was rolling up his sleeves. baji didn't need to worry about putting his hair up, it had already been up in a bun. instead he rolled up the sleeves of his navy blue sweatshirt and tied the apron around his waist, mirroring takemichi.
"so," takemichi looked up at his senpai. "what do you want to eat?"
baji smirked, "you already know my answer to that, mitchy." baji's eye twitched at the slip up and he inwardly cursed himself, you stupid piece of shit fucking idiot. thankfully, takemichi flushed at the new nickname, opting for changing the topic quickly instead of asking about it. "yakisoba it is then."
baji took note of how takemichi didn't seem opposed to the little nickname.
thankfully, baji happened to have all the ingredients. it would have been pretty awkward if he didn't but baji wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. with that, they went to work. takemichi was patient, guiding the elder who obviously didn't even know how to hold a knife if not for stabbing someone (in self defense, of course).
he even stood in between a flustered baji's arms, delicately wrapping his hands over his as he explained to his senpai the process of slicing up the various vegetables. a fire shined bright in those clear blue eyes and baji would be lying if he said he wasn't in a trance.
baji was slightly distracted at how honey sweet and fucking domestic everything was and did his damn best to not think about waking up everyday to mitchy cooking breakfast for him, warm plate just for him in hand and even warmer smile on his face. he tried not to think about how small he looked there, basically pinned to the counter by baji. how his ass looked even better from this angle and how mitchy looked up at him like he fucking mattered as he softly explained everything to him.
he wasn't condescending at all. hell, baji would be. with that kinda skill, baji would be talking mad shit, especially if he was explaining to someone a year older than him.
but that wasn't takemitchy's nature. he could never. pure innocent, somehow in a gang, takemichi. unlike baji, takemichi could throw 20 punches and only land about 8, maybe 14 if he was lucky. baji hit with a terrifying accuracy, the brute. but what was special about takemichi was that he could damn well make you feel bad about him missing. normally baji would think that the stronger you are, the more respect you deserve.
takemichi was an exception to the long standing rule. despite being arguably the weakest, the boy made up for it by playing a damn good role as a beacon of hope for toman. he portrayed that 'all for one one for all, if you go down we all go down and you bet your ass we're all going down fucking swinging' attitude that embodied toman like they were paying him.
it went unmentioned, but takemichi was amazing for morale. he was toman's angel, their moral compass. their takemitchy, with his bright smile and even brighter eyes lighting the correct path for toman to follow.
and god did that pure, innocent boy get him fucking hard. baji pushed down the thoughts, not wanting to scare takemichi with a random boner, (horrendously noticeable in his light grey sweatpants) while they were both holding a knife. after everything was chopped, he watched in awe as takemichi demonstrated the rest. he developed a crispy layer on the diced chicken, boiled the noodles to the correct texture, and cooked the vegetables to perfection. they, together, got to work on the sauce.
"wor.. worchesh... worshchetser..."
"worcestershire"
"huh?"
"it's pronounced 'woo-ster-shire' keisuke-san"
"wha- how... but... all those other letters-"
"english is a strange, difficult language keisuke-san"
baji muttered, "that's fucking bullshit but okay" under his breath, just loud enough for both or them to hear. takemichi chuckled and shot him a fond smile as he handed the taller the soy sauce, oyster sauce and huh? ketchup? i mean, i guess...
baji tried to ignore how the smile and those pink, pretty lips and cheeks went straight to his heart.
this was followed by a short, playful, argument about which one of them, somehow, allowed a whole mushroom into the pan even though they decided not to put any in the first place. in retaliation, baji took the mushroom with a fork and chewed it with his arms crossed, sending takemichi a well, are you happy now? stare as the other laughed at his senpai.
they got to work frying everything up on the wok, impressively tossing the food in order for the sauce to coat everything evenly. he looked to baji, motioning for him to come and try.
surprisingly, baji was pretty good at it too. maybe the world was fucking ending, maybe it was because he was strong, but he tossed the food seamlessly. he occasionally looked to takemichi, making sure he was doing it right. he didn't miss the way that takemichi looked at him, almost adoringly, scribbling down the ingredients, measurements, and instructions for baji to use at a later time.
well he hopes it was adoringly. the thought of it made his heart swell. takemichi did know that baji had a thing for fire and uh... explosions. but that's besides the point.
eventually takemichi told him it was done and asked baji to turn the stove off. baji nodded and did so.
baji, still distracted from analyzing the way takemichi looked at him, accidentally grazed the hot pan with his hand, and growled out an "ow, fuck!"
takemichi let out a startled, worried little whimper-like noise before immediately taking initiative. "baji-san! are you okay?" despite baji's protests of being fine and "hey i told you to call me keisuke, dammit!" takemichi dragged him to the sink, turning on the water to a lukewarm temperature and placing baji's hand under the faucet.
after seeing the determined look in his kouhai's blue eyes, he decides not to fight back as takemichi asks for the bathroom, dragging baji to the direction said man points to. he finds the first aid kit under the sink and takes out the bandages. he loosely wraps his hand, muttering something about how it prevents blistering or... something? whatever, baji wasn't really listening.
it makes sense, really, that mitchy was good at caring for wounds. their crybaby hero often got himself into trouble and they all knew damn well that despite somehow finding himself in the front lines of toman disputes, the boy couldn't fight too well. despite always getting up he never did it without a scratch.
but still, being taken care of like this had an alarming warmth clenching at baji's heart as he muttered out a small thank you.
am i... am i dying? is this what a heart attack feels like? baji asked himself. takemichi must have noticed the alarmed look on his face as he softly asked, "let's eat now, yeah? you worked really hard and you must be hungry."
takemichi had a warm smile on his face and maybe, just maybe, baji was imagining things. but the way mitchy was caressing his now wrapped hand was almost loving. with slightly pink ears, baji nodded dumbly. he decided not to trust his ability to form a coherent sentence and opted for quickly walking back to the kitchen, pulling down two plates from a shelf and passing them to takemichi who served them up. they sat across from each other and started eating.
immediately, baji was filled with absolute bliss, damn near moaning as his brain registered the yakisoba, because what the fuck? i made this. with takemichi. and the kitchen is still intact? holy shit.
baji looked back up at takemichi, who was chuckling to himself. "oi what's so funny?" he said in a jokingly menacing tone. apparently takemichi didn't pick up on it. there was a genuine fear in his eyes as he stuttered out, "nothing! you just- you look really good today. with your hair tied up and stuff."
oh.
"oh. shit, really? thank you, mitchy. i... i said this earlier, but you look really good too." with that they both flushed, baji hid his better than takemichi who was a couple shades pinker. keisuke wanted to fucking curl up in a ball and die if he was being honest.
what the fuck was happening to him? since when was he all soft and sweet? why the hell was he so flustered? it's fucking sickening.
baji continued to steal glances at the younger. analyzing him in search for answers as they ate in a comfortable silence. baji stopped chewing, suddenly feeling like he was in the middle of a museum looking at an artist's most prized work.
since when was his kouhai so pretty? you'd think that a person like takemichi would forever seem punchable to him, but right now he wanted to do anything but. pretty, sweet, delicate takemichi who, now that he thought about it was actually really fucking attractive. maybe it's because he never paid much attention, or maybe it's because he never had the chance to do so, but now baji took his time observing the younger boy.
his eyes were such a pretty shade of blue, putting the sky and ocean to shame. his blonde hair looked so much better down like this, soft curls at a length that complimented him perfectly. his face was nice like this, flushed pink. unshed tears from thinking baji was upset at him just barely lined his eyes and had baji's blood flowing to places it definitely shouldn't be right now, and he was surrounded in a healthy glow like some kind of angel.
that last bit, now that baji thinks about it, could've been partly because they all ganged up on the boy and threatened takemichi into taking better care of himself while the poor blonde was in the hospital.
pink was a nice color on him. he'd look nice like that on his knees too. or maybe on his back. whimpering as he tried his best to take baji's cock into his holes. flustered and blushing as baji pinned the blonde's lithe body underneath his built and muscular own. his kouhai's black painted nails digging into his toned thighs as he tried his best to take as much cock in his mouth as he could-
oh no this isn't good. damn it keisuke snap out of it.
before his thoughts got too out of hand, he was interrupted by a meow and a gasp. takemichi was staring with metaphorical heart eyes at something on the floor. ignoring how something that was definitely not the food churned inside of him, baji looked down under the table and saw his slightly chubby calico cat, who was usually rather unfriendly with strangers, rubbing his face affectionately on takemichi's leg. across the table he looked back at mitchy, who had his hands over his heart, his eyes sparkling and mouth dropped open in awe.
his honestly somewhat asshole of a cat, who wouldn't even spare a glance at people who weren't baji or his mom, freshly awake from his nap, immediately went to greet takemichi.
takemichi has cat approval. that's all a man like baji really needs before he starts going after someone.
takemichi, in turn is looking at baji like he single-handedly hung the stars in the sky. he's wordlessly asking, no- pleading, if he could pet or even carry the cat. yeah. baji's decided.
he's a fucking keeper. baji 'edward' keisuke will be damned if he's letting his mitchy slip through his fingers. he's not letting the ocean eyed blonde run into anyone's arms, anyone's but his. not to chifuyu who wouldn't stop gushing about his pretty partner. not to mitsuya who charmed mitchy with his gentleness despite being a gang captain. and especially not to their fucking commander who somehow finds a way to be spoiled by takemichi no matter what the menace does. takemichi has been offered to him on a golden platter, and who is baji to give up a chance like this? it's like the stars aligned in his favor or whatever bullshit, doesn't really matter.
baji took their now empty plates to the sink, rinsing them off briefly before returning to the table. he picked up the cat, muttering a "fat fuck, goddamn" to which takemichi softly laughed at. takemichi followed him back to the livingroom and baji patted the empty spot next to him on the loveseat. takemichi hesitated for a moment, staring down at his sleeve covered hands.
baji patted the spot harsher, more demanding, raising his eyebrow. "you wanna hold him right? warning you though this dude's heavy. he won't bite though, promise." takemichi sat next to him, averting his gaze to not make eye contact as he shyly stared at the cat instead. the feline was purring loudly, gently kneading it's paws onto baji's toned chest.
baji gently picked up the cat and lowered him into takemichi's arms. takemichi's cushion dipped a bit and he let out a small sound when the weight fully dropped into his arms. he stared up at baji in shock, eyes widened cutely as baji chuckled. "yeah i told you huh? he's really sweet though. he's usually nice to my mom and me, and kinda pissy to strangers but," he gently stroked the cat's head, takemichi mirroring the action on the cat's back.
"you're special, mitchy" baji looked into his eyes as he said that, something more lingering in his dark eyes as he stared into the clear blue ones. baji, testing the waters, gently tapped the smaller on the nose with his finger. takemichi averted his gaze once more, smiling gently at the hidden compliment and his eyes widened a little. baji was content with his silent thank you.
baji looked down at their laps, how thick takemichi's thighs were in the black jeans, yet still not as large as baji's in his sweatpants. they were more than enough for baji to fit into his hands and squeeze. but the blonde was petite enough to look like a doll on keisuke's lap. it made sense, baji's much larger, stronger than him. there was something so...grabbable about the younger boy. if takemichi were in shorts or a skirt perhaps, they'd be soft and plush in his hold. he'd be able to claim him like that, leaving bruises on his thighs with his fingers and hickeys with his mouth. it wouldn't be hard to do so, but baji thinks he'd be rough anyway. it's in his nature, really.
♡⁴
it was silent knowledge among toman that takemichi bruised easily. they collectively found out that one time chifuyu accidentally pressed on the juncture of his neck and shoulder too hard while jokingly shaking him by the shoulders and left a bruise. unfortunately for chifuyu, it looked suspiciously like a hickey and he had the oh so wonderous joy of having to explain to their seething commander and vice commander (and also all of toman?) why it was there.
takemichi, oh so innocent takemichi. his partner in crime had accidentally thrown his dear toman best friend chifuyu under the bus. mikey and draken had noticed what they thought was a hickey on takemichi and, through forced smiles, had asked, "hey takemitchy! how'd ya get that, huh?" to which takemichi replied, "oh this?" as he pointed to the bruise. "chifuyu-kun! he was being a little rough on me, he didn't mean it though, don't worry."
takemichi grew nervous at the dark look that overtook both boys' eyes, even if they were still smiling. they turned on their heels and basically stomped away, mikey muttering something about how nobody lays a finger on his bitch, whatever that means.
chifuyu gulped and stared in confusion as the two heads of toman charged at him, anger radiating off them in waves.
his "wha-" was met by a "you sick fuck! how could you! how do you not mean a lovebite huh! you like them innocent, don't you, bastard!" courtesy of the thunderous voices of toman's one man army and their commander, 'the invincible mikey' with a kick strong enough to make grown men piss themselves.
chifuyu made a run for it, loudly proclaiming his innocence while takemichi ran after them, confused. sanzu, angry, and mitsuya did their best to pry off the head of toman and his vice commander while other members of toman gathered around them, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
"chifuyu you fucking asshole! look what he did to takemitchy!" mikey angrily pointed to the 'hickey' to which surrounding members let out collective noises of shock, anger, or... approval? upon realizing sanzu, angry, and mitsuya loosened their grip, ready to release the beasts at the revelation, chifuyu had let out a scandalized gasp and had shrieked, "partner! what the hell did you tell them?!"
takemichi, confused as ever, had simply said, "i just told them it was from you. did i say something wrong?" he looked around, disturbed at the sight of smiley cracking his knuckles, sadistic grin on his face, and baji's face flushed and mouth dropped open in shock. even fucking hanma of all people looked to be seething.
chifuyu sighed in desperation, "takemitchy, partner..." the blue eyed boy tilted his head. chifuyu stomped out the voice in his head telling him this was straight out of those shojo mangas he hides behind the action ones whenever one of his friends come to visit. chifuyu stumbled on his words, "partner they, they think we did stuff and that's why it's there. can you tell them that's not what happened, please?"
there was nothing but silence as takemichi took a couple minutes before the meaning settled in and he let out an embarrassed squeak before bolting in front of chifuyu, his small body not doing much to shield the vice captain from mitsuya, souya, and the other three blondes. the pink spread from his cheeks down to his chest and chifuyu himself was trying to fight down his own blush.
"no! no it's not like that- we uh- no! chifuyu-kun just shook me too hard and i bruise like a peach so yeah! here, mi- mitsuya-kun you try!" he brought out his wrist to arguably the most sane person in the gang.
mitsuya shot chifuyu a glance that meant takemitchy better not be lying to save your dumbass and he looked to takemichi for consent to put his hand on him. with takemichi's nod, the lilac haired man squeezed his wrist firmly but still gentle, not even enough for takemichi, their crybaby, to make a sound of discomfort. as an older brother, mitsuya had mastered the 'if i let you go you'll go roaming this damn store and get fuckin' lost or some shit' grip.
the other interrogators watched takemichi's face closely for any signs of pain. his mouth may be a shitty liar, but his body was somehow ever worse. mitsuya gently unwrapped his fingers around the wrist and there it was. a deep pink color that was sure to bloom into a red later on had imprinted itself on his skin. mitsuya's eyes widened in worry, thinking he hurt the boy but takemichi shot down his mind immediately.
"see! mit- mitsuya-kun didn't even hurt me it just... it just does that okay! so please calm down and leave chifuyu-kun alone..." he brought chifuyu's head to his chest and wrapped his arms around the other, dead set on protecting him.
despite knowing that in a usual situation, it would be chifuyu protecting takemichi, not the other way around, both boys let takemichi's mother hen instincts take over. chifuyu, ever grateful, had pressed his face into the younger one's shoulder, hiding his blush as he wrapped his arms securely around the smaller's waist. he whined into the blue eyed boy about how their friends thought he would do such a thing to their crybaby hero as takemichi stroked his hair in an attempt to comfort the elder.
notably, this doesn't seem to be the first time something like this happened. elsewhere, akkun would shudder, blaming it on the cold as he zips up his jacket a little more.
baji was there the whole time, of course, eyes narrowed at the two, watching as chifuyu stroked his thumbs on the smaller's waist as his fists clenched with the urge to throw something. someone, really. he wasn't sure why at the time but he had internally cursed to himself that day.
goddamn you chifuyu.
♡⁵
"hm?"
"huh?"
"are you upset at chifuyu-kun, keisuke-san?"
"wha? oh.. oh shit did i say that out loud?" baji had to stop himself from flinching at the more casual honorific his kouhai used for chifuyu and also how fucking weird he must seem right now.
this time, it was not so internally. takemichi nodded in concern. baji scrambled his mind to come up with an excuse.
"um... chifuyu has my other cat right now! yeah he like, shoved the cat under his sweater after we hung out a few days ago and is taking care of him. said peke j needed a friend. yep. don't worry though! he's gonna give him back in a couple days but i think they would have liked you." takemichi's face returned to his normal smile and he continued to pet the calico, content with the answer.
"let's watch a movie now, yeah?" baji picked up the remote, desperate to change the topic, and started scrolling through the movies. he stopped on a promising looking horror film. "this fine with you, takemitchy?" baji hid his smirk at the look of fear hidden in his eyes as takemichi nodded with a shaky smile.
this is going to be fun.
♡⁶
after spending basically his whole life watching horror movies, baji was basically immune to the jumpscares.
the crybaby hero was not.
some time ago his cat slithered away to his mom's room to continue his nap, shutting the door behind him with a hind leg to let the boys know he wasn't to be disturbed. prissy.
baji was watching the movie contently, face in his palm, while takemichi was damn near trembling, fighting the urge to shove his face under the blanket baji offered him. the sun had set and baji decided to keep the lights off, said they had to set the mood. takemichi flicked his eyes to the doors, making sure they were locked before he returned the grin with a strained smile and nodded.
a particular scene, the killer raising his knife with glassy eyes and a psychotic grin combined with spine chilling music, made takemichi practically jump into baji's lap. takemichi's thighs were saddled onto one of baji's, warm and somehow softer than they were in his imagination. both of takemichi's arms had wrapped around one of baji's biceps. the latter was shocked, thrown into the mix of heaven and hell and eyes blown wide with sudden arousal at how close they were.
after spending a solid 30 seconds looking like he had a bucket ice cold of water tossed at him, baji had broke out of his trance. without thinking, he wrapped his arms around the younger, pulling his kouhai completely into his lap and rubbing soothing circles into his back as he leaned down near his head and chuckled. "shh i've got you mitchy. don't worry, i'll protect you, kay?" he whispered almost huskily into his ear.
takemichi's eyes widened comically in realization, his mind on overdrive as the gears turned in his head and he registered the position they were in. the hot breath against his neck didn't help either. he tried to pushed away, once, twice, but decided to press himself against the black haired boy's chest when he realized those strong arms wouldn't fucking budge.
snarkily, baji remarked, "aw come on mitchy. this is the easiest way for me to protect you, ya know!" with a huff, takemichi let out an exasperated groan, burning in embarrassment as he let out another scream against the strong boy's chest at the sudden cries of a man being brutalized on the screen by some masked killer. takemichi kept his body there for the last 10 minutes or so of the movie, laid on top of baji.
despite takemichi's protest, baji brushed off takemichi's comments about how he'll be too heavy and shifted their position so that baji could lay down comfortably on the sofa, pulling a blanket over both of them and placing a pillow to support his head and neck.
takemichi's half-assed protests fell on deaf ears and stopped at the sight of keisuke's smirk. "aw come on mitchy, you came here all dolled up and you're getting shy on me now?" it was a bluff really, takemichi's almost always shy. if takemichi said the word, he'd let the boy go in a heartbeat.
but to baji's relief, takemichi said nothing more and just narrowed his eyes a little, doing that cute little scowl/pout combo he used when he first entered his house.
baji chuckled as takemichi got comfortable on his new baji pillow, muttering something about the elder's audacity rivaling mikey's. keisuke gasped, a scandalized, "hey!" leaving his mouth as takemichi replied, "i said what i said, keisuke-san!". the thought of mitchy's words being muffled due to the younger face pressed into him made keisuke's heart do the thing again.
this was, most definitely, not a heart attack keisuke was feeling.
big, strong arms wrapped around takemichi, one gently pressing onto the juncture of his hip and thigh and the other on his head. every once in a while baji would chuckle at the embarrassed ranting that takemichi incoherently muttered. neither of them were watching the dumb movie anymore.
baji felt ecstatic. he was ecstatic, yes, but also struggling. heavily.
pro: the love of his life was literally on top of him, warm body pressed against his chest and arms wrapped around him like a clingy boyfriend. baji's heart soared at the thought.
con: said love of his life was centimeters away from the hard on he was desperately trying to fight down, his ass basically pressed against his hip as takemichi's legs were on either side of him almost teasingly.
baji treaded his fingers through the soft curls, and fought the urge to sink his fingers into the soft flesh of the boy with his other hand. it was a miracle that takemichi wasn't smacking the daylights out of him. it probably wouldn't have stung too much physically, baji has taken worse beatings for stealing mikey's food. but emotionally it would be like a bullet train shot straight through his heart and soul.
it took every ounce of the little self control in baji's body for him not to shift his fingers just a little more and sink them into the soft ass. for now, he settled with the hip and thigh. he felt the hot breath of the blonde ghost his body once in a while and with every second he was losing the battle he had no chance of winning.
"oh. the credits are rolling." with that takemichi got up and stretched, cat-like as he lifted his arms. his top rose with his arms, giving keisuke the perfect view of the godlike hourglass curve of the boy's waist and hips.
he didn't notice how takemichi was just hovering over his hips until it was too late. when the boy exhaled and gently lowered himself back down, he had shifted a few centimeters lower, his ass gently seated onto keisuke's hard on, not enough to hurt but more than enough to incite a reaction out of baji. said boy let out a shaky sigh, shutting his eyes in pleasure before his brain had the chance to process. he forced his eyes open a moment after, a little dizzy, blurrily staring up at those pretty blue eyes in shock and shame. his vision cleared and he was about to start bursting out apologies and excuses.
that was before he was met with the look on takemichi's face.
arousal.
♡⁷
"keisuke-san?"
"uh- i... um-" baji was caught red handed. the boy hadn't moved, ass still pressed against him and baji was more concerned at the moment with trying not to chase after the beautiful friction. he broke eye contact, refused to look back at that face, embarrassed even as that evil little voice in his head told him that mitchy didn't seem opposed as he winced at the aftermath of his mistake.
mistake? no. not when takemichi started grinding his hips on him, slowly, almost unnoticeable to the naked eye. like he was testing something.
baji eyes fluttered shut as he groaned softly, hands coming to the boy's hips. his fingers trembled as his mind bounced between wanting to stop him and chasing the high of an orgasm. he opened his eyes to find that takemichi's pupils were blown wide, face flushed and bottom lip red from biting it. it was almost precious how focus he looked, sighing softly as keisuke's cock rubbed against his hole through their pants.
almost.
if what they were doing wasn't so fucking dirty baji would be fighting the urge to coo. right now, he was battling the urge to absolutely ravage the younger like a starved animal.
takemichi planted his arms on either side of baji's head, shifting his hips so that their members were rubbing against each other. baji groaned as takemichi moaned softly, desperately trying to find the right angle that would have them both shuddering in pleasure as baji wrapped his arms around his kouhai's hips, making him press even harder.
takemichi's eyes fluttered shut and baji took this as his chance to gain control. he wrapped his hand around the back of takemichi's neck and, as gently as he could, flipped their positions. takemichi gasped, high pitched and cute, before his eyes rolled back and his cute pink tongue lolled out of his mouth. baji smirked as he continued moving his hips against the younger. he leaned down to kiss takemichi, who welcomed him into his mouth without hesitation. keisuke parted his lips with his tongue and shoved it in, claiming his dominance in the kiss as takemichi moaned prettily into his mouth.
michi thumped his hand against the elders chest twice, begging for air, before keisuke released him. both were gasping and breathless as an obscene string of saliva connected their lips. takemichi smirked, eyes half lidded and looking absolutely wrecked before he said something that made baji's blood burn.
"i hadn't realized you were such a pervert kei-kun."
kei-kun. that's the part that momentarily had baji's brain going offline. the nickname, under literally any other circumstance, would have baji's heart soaring out of his chest and a dumb smile overtaking his face. but not now. it was a claim. hanagaki takemichi just fucking claimed him.
with that, he picked the boy up by his thighs, carrying him into his room before gently tossing him onto the bed. locking the door behind them, baji wasted no more time.
keisuke growled lowly, attacking the boy's neck as he gasped, whiny and desperate. he licked and sucked hickeys onto the sensitive skin, hips continuing their minstrations as he pressed his fingers bruisingly into the soft skin of the other, hands roaming under the boy's shirt and thumbs teasing the takemichi's nipples. it's your fucking fault, mitchy. it's your fault i'm like this. takemichi's thighs trembled when his fingers brushed against them, hardening almost instantly.
sensitive. just like everywhere else.
"fucking minx." baji started aggressively pulling their clothes off. his sweater, takemichi's crop top, his own sweats. he unbuttoned the front of takemichi's jeans and pulled them down to his thighs. his pupils blew wide open at the new sight. panties. takemichi wore fucking panties. black lace covered milky skin just enough for baji to go insane. pretty his mind chanted over and over again. his mitchy was the prettiest thing baji has ever seen in his damn life.
he removed the fabric gently, not wanting to tear it before flinging it into the corner where the other clothes were. he pulled down his own underwear, hissing at the cold air before disposing of it as well. he captured those lips in a kiss again, rubbing his weeping cock against his kouhai's.
he growled pridefully at the way takemichi broke the kiss to stare down at their members. he watched as his lips trembled at the size difference. takemichi softly moaned a shaky, "my fucking god," before once again pulling baji down into a burning kiss.
everything, everything, about takemichi was small compared to keisuke. takemichi wasn't tiny down there or anything, maybe a few centimeters below average but keisuke-
keisuke was proud of many things. this was one of them. takemichi was perfect. and it just so happens that takemichi happens to be a fucking size queen above everything else. it doesn't take a genius to know that seeing keisuke's cock dwarfing his own turned him on (the precum leaking out of the smaller cock was all the proof you need).
he reached over to the nightstand, taking out a bottle of lubricant. he looked to takemichi for permission. upon receiving an excited nod and a, "yes please, kei-kun" baji opened the cap and squeezed the liquid onto his fingers, warming it up with his hand.
after deeming it warm enough he slowly sunk one of his fingers into the tight heat. he widened his eyes in realization.
"mitchy are you..."
"yep! you're gonna be my first, kei-kun. so make it count." he gently tapped the elder's nose, mirroring the same action baji did to him on the couch.
he pressed a soft kiss to the blonde's temple as the smaller tried to get used to the unusual feeling.
"don't worry, mitchy. me too. i'll be gentle, okay? let me know if it's too much."
takemichi nodded once again, allowing himself to be peppered with kisses as baji added another finger. he hissed at the intrusion, sighing softly as baji's fingers stretched him open, changing angles every few seconds.
after a minute or so, keisuke hit something that had michi seeing stars. a moan ripped out of him and his hand gripped a fistful of the bedsheets. keisuke smirked and kept hitting it again and again. takemichi doesn't know when baji added a third, too lost in baji's scent emitting from the bed covers. within a few minutes he felt his legs trembling, feeling himself draw close.
baji sensed it too, quickening his pace as his fingers fucked in and out of him with a lewd squelch. his other hand was on takemichi's hip, pinning the younger down as baji watched takemichi's eyes roll back in fascination.
takemichi practically shoved his face into a pillow and screamed as he came untouched, cock red and twitching. baji pulled out his fingers and squeezed out a generous amount of lube onto them, stroking his cock. it felt heavy and hard in his hold, twitching at the beautiful sight of his kouhai coming undone in his hold
he hissed as he slowly pushed into the tight heat, takemichi moaned languidly, watching through messy locks as baji slowly disappeared inside him. they both sighed heavily when baji bottomed out.
it took baji a minute to even his breathing, to not cum just from putting it in.
after a minute, he finally felt takemichi's walls relax enough for him to move. "slowly, please." takemichi said, tears welling up in his eyes already. baji slowly took his hips into his hands, and did just that.
and by the gods was that one of the most difficult things baji had to do in his life. baji held himself back, focusing on takemichi instead of chasing his own pleasure. that was more important right now. he watched his face closely, making sure the discomfort was slowly fading away.
maybe he was tripping out but takemichi... seemed to enjoy the burn? even as he got used to it, he would feel those velvety walls clench around him, forcing baji to thrust just a little harder to keep his tempo. takemichi's eyes would flutter shut everytime it happened. but baji kept his mouth closed and continued slow and steady. after a few minutes he felt takemichi's legs wrap around him tightly, forcing him in just a little more. he looked down at those narrowed blue eyes.
"huh?"
"kei-kun..." the boy pouted, tears streaming down his face.
"is it... is it too much mitchy? i can stop-"
"no! it isn't! that's the problem." he crossed his arms over his chest cutely. baji hovered over him, hands on both sides of his head as he stared in confusion.
takemichi softened his gaze. "kei-kun. don't hold back anymore, okay? be rough with me, i want it. do whatever you want to me."
baji's eyes widened as it finally clicked. it was an offer he couldn't refuse. "safe word" he demanded, voice deep and commanding in a way that made takemichi's spine tingle.
do whatever you want to me. it was a very, very dangerous choice of words. baji at least wanted to give takemichi the space to wiggle out, even if the beauty was stubborn as a mule and probably wouldn't back down.
baji was practically shaking in excitement, he tried to keep his face neutral as he patiently waited for takemichi's answer.
takemichi smiled before he whispered, "puppy."
"puppy." baji parroted. he pushed takemichi back into the mattress, taking him into a kiss before he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into the tight heat. he set an animalistic pace, hard, fast, rough. takemichi was raking his nails into baji's arms and back, moaning wantonly. baji groaned as he continued biting and sucking marks into the creamy skin. one of his hands was holding takemichi by the waist and the other was fisted into the bed next to takemichi's hair.
baji's eyes were hazy, fucking his mitchy, claiming him for his own had his brain working on overdrive. he did his best to keep up with his body. takemichi gently tapped his wrist by the blonde's head. he snapped his eyes open, almost concerned with the tears streaking down the younger face. wordlessly takemichi brought that hand to wrap around his throat, pressing it at the perfect angle to cut off his oxygen and prevent his windpipe from being completely crushed.
keisuke groans, asking if he's sure. he's shut up immediately by takemichi's broken please and immediately tightens his grip around the small throat. he groans at the way takemichi's moan dies in his throat.
keisuke fucks him faster, spurred by just how trusting takemichi is, how helpless he looks in his hold. one of takemichi's hands taps him twice before he releases the grip, fingerprints blooming on the skin as takemichi whines once more. with that final sound, takemichi cums again.
even as the blonde is convulsing on his cock, baji continues to fuck him, chasing his own pleasure. the hand that he used to wrap around his lover's throat now comes to tug at sunlight colored curls. takemichi gasps at the feeling, moaning softly when he can feel baji's hot tongue licking at the tears streaming down his face.
keisuke looks into those blue eyes as he lets go of the hair and uses the same hand to forcefully open takemichi's mouth. his other hand is still pressing bruisingly into takemichi's waist. maintaining eye contact, he spits the salty substance mixed with his saliva back into the blonde's mouth.
he growls at the way takemichi stuck his tongue out for it, moaning at the warm liquid hitting the pink muscle and swallowing it eagerly. baji slams in one last time, sealing their mouths together before he's finally, finally, spilling inside his crush.
it takes only five minutes of heavy panting before keisuke's pulling out, still hard, and flipping takemichi over. he pulls the blonde back onto his knees and presses his palm in between michi's shoulder blades, pushing his upper body down.
a small kiss and a gentle nip to his shoulder is the only warning takemichi gets before baji's fucking him again, punching those pretty little sounds out of him with the big cock that takemichi has started to grow addicted to. baji's eating it up with a smirk as he continues to pound into the petite blonde, watching them intently in the reflection of the glass door that's usually covered by privacy curtains.
pride surges through him as he makes eye contact with mitchy in their reflections. he smirks at the embarrassed way takemichi breaks their gaze. he plants his hands on either side of takemichi and somehow finds a way to fuck the blonde even harder, makes him scream and whine as another orgasm hits him like a freight train.
baji, once again, doesn't stop.
♡⁸
it was frustrating, really. had he fucked the boy stupid? he gives it to him good and all of a sudden he forgets to call him keisuke? what happened to kei-kun? baji finds himself almost pouting, his kouhai was calling him fucking baji-san again.
he pulls takemichi onto his lap, never ceasing his thrusts as michi moans mindlessly on his cock. he wraps his arms around the boy's shoulder and hips, smirking when he realizes he can feel himself moving in and out of his smaller lover. the blonde wraps his arms around the arm circling his shoulder, fluffy curls now covering his eyes and drool and tears streaking down his face. the new angle made keisuke's cock sink into him deeper as he was bounced on it. moans and whines were punched out of him and his mind and vision were cloudy.
"say my name baby"
through the haze, takemichi was confused.
"ba...baji-san?"
"wrong." baji pulled out all the way, keeping the boy's hips in the air before slamming back in full force. the change from fast and animalistic to this, deep and sensual, had takemichi's mind tilting off it's axis. he felt his nails dig deeper into the muscle of baji's arm.
"try again, sweetheart."
"kei- shit! keisuke-san? oh fuck-" baji continued to repeat the harsh, deep strokes.
"closer, mitchy. wanna try one more time? come on you know this." his voice was deep, raspy, but also soft in takemichi's ear.
it wasn't a question. it was an order. the realization made takemichi whimper.
baji was staring at them in the reflection, breathless at the sight of his love coming undone in his hold. he was waiting with all the patience he could muster.
"come on mitchy, i can do this all day, baby." he couldn't. it was a big fat fucking lie so takemichi better hurry the hell up.
"kei.. it's kei-kun!" baji smirked.
"final answer, sweetheart?" baji chuckled deeply pressing a kiss to the boy's neck as he nodded with vigor, so sure of himself even if he's far too concentrated on the heat inside of him to know if he's right.
"there's a good boy."
and what happens to good boys? well...
they get rewarded.
in a moment, keisuke shifted back to the previous pace, takemichi almost screamed as he dropped back down on the bed with a thud. baji was pressing his palm into michi's back, making the boy take it deeper. his other hand held his hips steady as he roughly fucked into him. takemichi could feel the chord in his stomach growing taught, signifying that he was close, so fucking close. just before he was about to tip over the edge, the hot weight inside of him retracted, exiting with an obscene pop just as takemichi was beginning to see white spots in his vision.
unexpectedly, baji decided to pull out after a few minutes. before takemichi could whine at the loss, he was flipped over onto his back. baji's hairtie had long vanished and long dark hair had cascaded down broad shoulders.
keisuke, kei-kun, gave takemichi his all. but, he was gentle this time, all open mouth kisses and interlaced fingers. keisuke he-
he made love to takemichi. it had takemichi's heart swelling, tears once again falling down his face. baji kissed it all away. he was slow and deep once more, but without the teasing edge from before.
takemichi felt the familiar shaking of his thighs, keisuke groaned at the clenching that he learned meant that takemichi was close.
"me too, mitchy. with me, yeah?"
that was all it took before takemichi saw white, spilling into his lover's hands with baji not far behind, filling him up once more.
when takemichi came down from the high, their positions were flipped somehow. takemichi was now on baji's chest, warming his cock to prevent cum from spilling out onto the sheets.
takemichi basked in the feeling, the fullness. sated, even if he was sensitive. he was content with just being connected with his lover so intimately.
he shakily tried to even out his breathing, staring up at the bronze colored eyes with a sweet smile.
baji stared fondly at his kouhai catching his breath on his chest. he gently raked his fingers through the sweaty hair, smiling dumbly, possesively, at the memory of gripping said locks so roughly not too long ago.
baji came to the conclusion that he was a fool. he fell a long, long time ago. but baji was the type who needed something concrete, needed things to be clear and concise before he understood. keisuke chuckled softly at how it took a crop top, some yakisoba, and some dumb horror movie he can't even remember the name of for him to finally know.
hanagaki came tumbling into his life, bright blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and bright smile and now he finally has him all to himself. he cupped the blonde's face in his hands, narrowing his eyes playfully as takemichi hummed in confusion.
"your eyeliner."
"huh?"
"it's still intact."
"sweat, water, and tear proof, kei-kun."
baji smirked "oh, so you came prepared, mitchy? kinda naughty if ya ask me-" he was interrupted by whining and a hand thumping his chest.
he looked down at the pouting blonde and those pretty blue eyes, smiling softly before planting a kiss on those pretty pink lips, lacing his tongue with promises to stop for the day. takemichi accepted with closed eyes and a soft moan before they disconnected. they smiled at each other, intertwining their hands. keisuke brought a blanket over them as michi made himself comfortable once again.
"mitchy."
"hm?"
"my mom's gonna be out for a couple weeks, she's on a business trip. wanna stay at my place?"
"sure, kei-kun. i'll have to pack a bag though. maybe we can surprise her with a meal when she comes back."
"sounds nice."
"kei-kun?"
"yeah?"
"i love you."
baji's eyes snapped open, and he looked down at blue half lidded ones. there was something lingering in there that he couldn't quite understand yet.
but baji would learn. he'll learn any and everything he could about his... boyfriend? he wasn't quite sure if that was right, but they'll get there, baji was hoping for more than that. but he'll take the time. no matter what, no matter how long it takes. he had forever with mitchy.
baji softened his gaze, smiling warmly, something only takemichi will ever get to see. those canines were less rabid dog and more puppy as he hugged the sore blonde impossibly tighter. he cooed gently, cupping his lover's face in his hand, gently stroking the round cheek with his thumb.
"i love you too mitchy. so, so much. let's get some rest now, yeah? unless, of course, you wanna go one more round?" he gently pushed into the still tight heat, enticing a gasp out of the blonde. takemichi scrunched his face cutely, forcing baji to promise to help clean the cum out of him as they padded to the bathroom.
baji cleaned them both up, gently using his fingers to empty the blonde and scrub their skin of the dirt and grime. in return, takemichi took the time to gently massage both of their scalps with the shampoo, tending to baji's hair with conditioner as well as the taller essentially melted in his hold.
after drying them both with a soft towel, baji discovered that takemichi always carries an extra pair of panties in his bag, just incase, whatever the fuck that means. baji gave takemichi one of his favorite hoodies, cooing at how it fell on the smaller like a dress.
keisuke carried the younger to the bed, bridal style, gently setting him down into the freshly changed sheets and tucking them both in. he protectively wrapped his arms around the younger as takemichi pressed his face into baji's chest.
he pressed one more kiss to the crown of those golden blonde locks. he hugged the boy tightly, affectionately and gently rubbed his thumbs over the lovingly bruised skin. it wasn't until the smaller's breathing evened out, signifying the blonde was asleep, that baji allowed himself to release a lovestruck sigh.
he grinned at the boy tucked into his arms before allowing himself to close his eyes, letting sleep take him into the abysmal sea and sky of takemichi's eyes that keisuke wanted nothing more to get lost in. the heartbeat thumping against his and the heat emitting from the body pressed against him was a reminder that he wouldn't be going alone.
his thumb stroking a soft small hand and his legs interlocking with another's was the last thing he registered for the day, his body finally falling into a deep sleep.
♡⁹
baji would deny it vehemently, but according to takemichi, he slept with the absolute cutest most peaceful smile on his face. so sweet that takemichi couldn't bring himself to wake his senpai up until after breakfast was cooked and served.
at the next meeting, keisuke couldn't even bring himself to fear their gang's reactions, smugly announcing that he and takemichi were an item. in the presence of toman's oblivious angel, the members all opted for responding with strained smiles, but the look in their eyes told baji that they wanted to give him at least 82 variations of the shovel talk. takemichi was flustered as always, doing nothing to deny the claims as he buried his face in baji's chest and held his hand tightly.
keisuke wasn't even scared, grinning possesively at the other members, throwing a peace sign as at least ten different people flipped him the bird. he was under takemichi's protection after all. as long as toman's angel was happy, so were they, lingering feelings be damned.
luckily for them, they were his family. and to an extent, of course, baji was willing to share.
and takemichi wouldn't have noticed the difference anyways. physical affection was always one of his love languages, after all.
now, to set some ground rules...