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A Fleeting Respite	By : Mina-chan95 Category: +S through Z > Togainu no Chi Views: 156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story was made for fun and definitely NOT for making profit or money out of it. Trust me, Mina only sees writing as a hobby and her passion. More important, I do NOT own Togainu no Chi.

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A/N (From 2023-10-16):
Alright!~ While I still have a bit more of free time during the studies. Yup, soon, I would need to present my final assignment which is a MERN (which stands for MongooseDb, Express, REACT and Node.js) Project, and now all is left is test this bad boi out~
So, you can say that during these 8 months, I not only learned web development but at the same time feeling almost thrilled by the rebellious feeling of defying one person's will (you can say that if you ask me to catch a mouse, I'll get you a rat, and if ask for a rat, I'll bring a rabbit instead).
Either way, this chapter and entire story is now dedicated one wonderful person and good friend of mine who soon should have a birthday.
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
So, @yqA if you are reading this,
Happy Birthday!.*＊♡*✧ ✰ ｡*
And hopefully, you would enjoy your gift, and you would have a wonderful day!❤
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And with that,
As always,
Enjoy!~
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Around an hour passes. Finally, the silver-haired swordsman returns and hangs the dark leather coat. When he looks in his partner’s direction, he closes his eyes and sighs.
Judging by the lingering scent of shampoo and damp hair, Shiki has recently taken a shower.
“As if he knew what is coming…” Akira thinks as he approaches the other swordsman.
But for now, the silver-haired male raises an eyebrow and comments on Shiki’s amused face. “What is it with you? Do you see anything entertaining?”
After grasping the silver cross around his partner’s neck, the blue-eyed male thrusts his chest. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be laughing. Because, tonight, you will be the one under the leash.”
Instead of saying anything, Shiki wraps his arm around Akira’s waist and observes how his partner briefly turns his head and lowers his gaze.
“You cannot go without your dirty tricks, can you?” The blue-eyed swordsman whispers before fixating eyes on his partner.
While he holds onto the cross, he brushes his other palm against Shiki’s chest.
To his surprise, the dark-haired male doesn't reject his hand; rather, he narrows his crimson eyes and exhales silently.
However, it doesn’t matter what Shiki is up to by acting this way. For now, all he knows is that no matter how hard it’s admitting, he was longing for this man and his touch for too long.
Although, he isn’t sure about his partner.
After all, if that was the case, he would be under this man’s control even by having a fatal wound. Or so Akira ponders as he stares at Shiki and asks to confirm that the latter is not the case.
Suddenly, Shiki pushes him onto the bed, making him lie down, and sits next to him.
“So, that’s his answer, huh? Yet, I can’t let him win this time.” Akira thinks as he extends his arms and wraps around his partner.
When Shiki leans closely to him and climbs on top of him, the silver-haired swordsman rolls them, making sure that it won’t open the wound.
As Akira sits on top of him, he fixates his blue eyes on Shiki, who delightfully stares at him, before making the next move.
He doesn’t know why Shiki is so passive this time. Even if he is looking down on him, he’ll show his place. Akira convinces himself while he pins and holds the dark-haired male’s wrists with one hand.
Meanwhile, Shiki remains entertained while allowing his precious prized possession to do as he pleases... At least let him think that way.
After Akira unbuckles and removes his partner’s belt, he uses it to restrain him. Lastly, he leans close to him.
“Let’s see how would you like to taste your own medicine.” The blue-eyed swordsman whispers into his ear.
Observing Akira's poker face, Shiki chuckles silently, finding it anything but intimidating.
After the silver-haired male withdraws his face, he corners his partner with one hand and another one resting on his belly.
For now, he gives a questioning look before moving to the next step.
When Akira swallows the saliva and shakily exhales, his hand slides under Shiki’s t-shirt. After all, it’s the first time he can touch this fearsome man like this, and he doubts it will be a second chance.
More so, Shiki’s skin is much smoother than he imagined.
Behind Akira’s serious face, he is excited by the soft sensation against his palm when he brushes his partner’s abs as if he discovered something new.
Hopefully, it won’t be a deadly but alluring trap like a cat’s soft belly. Although, it won’t be surprising if that is true. After all, someone keeps behaving like a proud, arrogant feline. The blue-eyed male cracks a smile while he stares at Shiki with impatient eyes.
After grabbing the hem of the ebony-haired man’s t-shirt, he exposes his chest.
Suddenly, Akira feels the heat rushing to his cheeks and how wild his heartbeat is by enjoying the captivating view in front of him.
Certainly, he cannot remove his honestly admiring gaze from his partner’s body. It’s not the first time he sees Shiki’s bare chest or him naked, but it feels different this time.
At the moment, Akira can appreciate his partner’s body as long as he wants.
That pale and beautiful doll-like skin, a flawless perfection - all it belongs to him. Unfortunately, one painful detail clenches Akira’s heart.
When the silver-haired male lowers his gaze, he closes his eyes and sighs.
Even if the scar on Shiki’s waist is healed, it will take time to disappear. Until then, it will remind Akira how his partner’s life thread was so close to being cut by the evil one. No. Perhaps it will be also a mark that he snatched this man from Death’s chilly hands.
Yet, his further thoughts are interrupted by Shiki’s voice. “Don’t waste time on useless thoughts when you have to satisfy your master.”
The silver-haired man gives an annoyed look and starts licking his healed scar without saying anything.
Anywhere where Akira’s tongue touches, he doesn’t miss a chance to land a soft kiss. When he blissfully narrows his gaze, he believes it may make the remaining scar fade away.
He looks up when he senses his partner’s body twitching. He notices Shiki’s stoic facade slowly cracking, revealing his genuine emotions.
Who knew that the same man who introduced him to sex was so sensitive? That’s why, Akira is even more curious about what else he can discover tonight.
“Just stop wasting time on unnecessary nonsense and get straight to the business.” The dark-haired male demands.
Once again, Akira ignores such a request.
Besides, someone still needs to learn his lesson. The blue-eyed male reminds himself.
When his fingertips trace down to Shiki’s lower regions, he starts rubbing his groin.
While Akira teases his partner, he fixates his impatient, blushing gaze on him.
Perhaps Shiki keeps acting though and unaffected, but even through his leather pants, Akira feels how his partner’s body is more sincere than his face. And that hard-on is excellent proof.
Of course, he could continue satisfying his partner, but it would be better if he would beg to be relieved, right? Akira decides.
That’s why the blue-eyed male crawls closely to Shiki.
When he gently places his palms on Shiki’s cheeks, he gives him an asking look before pulling him into a deep kiss and closing his eyes.
Strangely, when Akira licks his partner’s lips and tries to get inside his mouth, he quickly receives permission.
Suddenly, the silver-haired swordsman widens his eyes and blissfully closes them when Shiki explores every little part inside him.
Meanwhile, the dark-haired male narrows his gaze and chuckles, relishing in the lovely sounds Akira makes in between catching their breath.
If it wasn’t for a tiny inconvenience like having his hands tied up, he would have Akira under his control and discipline him for provoking him. But it’s fine. He only needs to distract him for a bit longer. The red-eyed swordsman decides.
In the end, Akira withdraws his drunken face and stares at Shiki.
After he sits on top of Shiki, he looks for something in his pants pocket. Soon, he picks a small, flat, rustling square package.
“What’s that for?” The dark-haired man asks in a nearly purring voice.
For sure, his partner’s smug face makes Akira slightly frown.
“Why are you so happy? You’re not the one who will use it. So, be glad about it because I know that later on, you won’t let me clean you. Otherwise, I would fuck you raw until you scream.” The blue-eyed male explains.
Such a frightening threat makes Shiki snort. “Do you even know what you are holding?”
However, Akira doesn’t give in to this man’s provocation and replies. “We’ll see how long you can keep this attitude.”
Lastly, the silver-haired male bites into a condom, and after unzipping his t-shirt, he removes it while looking down on Shiki.
When Akira handles the current task, he unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants.
Of course, it would be more convenient for him to leave his partner’s side and undress. On the other hand, he finds it entertaining how Shiki struggles.
He only moves his arms like that because he is desperate to reach something he can’t, right? The silver-haired swordsman assumes while he removes the bothering piece of clothing.
After he tosses his pants on the floor, he takes the rustling tiny package from his mouth and looks at how to open it.
When he tears it in the middle without holding back, the condom flies into the air and lands on the red-eyed swordsman’s chest.
As Akira leans closer to pick it up, his blue eyes warn that if someone dares to say a single word, he’ll leave tied up for a long time.
But for now, his poker face changes into a slightly confused and frustrated one while he studies this item.
He even shakes it until it falls out like a small, loose, transparent intestine. Despite feeling Shiki’s entertained eyes on him, he doesn’t give in to this man’s intimidation.
“We’ll see how you act when I’ll shove it up your…” Akira murmurs while not understanding whether it is supposed to be like this.
In the end, Shiki closes his eyes and sighs. “Stop molesting that thing and put it down if you don’t know how to use it.”
Akira immediately responds in an indignant voice. “Shut up… Just when I almost figured out how to...”
Unfortunately, he realizes he chirped too much when it’s too late. And thus, he humbles down.
The ebony-haired swordsman rolls his eyes. “You are a clueless idiot.”
“No one taught us how to pick one or to use it. I only knew that it’s used for not impregnating anyone.” Akira honestly backfires.
“Hmph. So, in other words, you are not experienced?” Shiki asks.
As the blue-eyed male turns his head away, he confesses. “Thanks to some reckless fool who is under my foot, I am now. Otherwise, I wouldn’t. Because I have no interest in that or in other people.”
After Akira notices Shiki’s thrilled eyes, he asks. “Then what about you?”
At first, he gives a questioning look. Yet, a second later, he is alerted after spotting that his partner’s hand gracefully slips from the restraints.
After removing another one, he pushes Akira down on the bed and pins his hands.
These crimson glowing eyes and curved smile speak alone that he won’t be released from this feline’s grasp until he is satisfied.
When Shiki’s knee parts his partner’s legs until it touches his groin, the silver-haired swordsman only stares at him.
In the end, as he leans close, Akira admits his defeat.

Some time passed. It is the middle of the starry night.
Meanwhile, Akira lazily lies in bed and waits for his partner to return.
Apparently, this time Shiki grabbed his clothes and left him immediately instead of resting together for a bit longer or until he was asleep.
It’s not that they are a couple or anything. Nor that Shiki is obligated to take care of him after sex. Akira perfectly understands that, but he often wonders who are they for each other.
After all, it’s not just an ordinary rivalry or a ridiculous thing like a relationship with benefits.
Despite that, the blue-eyed male knows one thing for sure - he craves for Shiki’s touch.
It may be only his selfish thought, but for Akira, it’s an inseparable part after each encounter because he feels assured.
More so, it’s another way of showing what Shiki should be looking forward to before another match and fixating his attention just for him.
Nevertheless, the blue-eyed male is worried about his partner's abrupt departure and his own unconscious attempt to hold on to him, all while experiencing these irrational emotions.
Speaking of which, the sound of the opened bathroom door startles him. Despite that, his eyes follow the approaching red-eyed male.
After Shiki sits next to him, Akira looks for anything to put on. As he holds the pair of underwear and puts it on, addresses his partner without bothering to look at him. “You’re finally done? Then, I’m going.”
Lastly, after he picks up his clothes and gets up, he heads towards the bathroom.

After Akira turns the shower, he lets the warm water stream to wash him.
Of course, when he’ll return, there shouldn’t be any traces of Shiki left. It’s nothing unusual.
After all, none of them waste their breath to bid farewell before departing their ways. Besides, both know that eventually, their paths will cross again.
More importantly, they are neither friends nor lovers. So, there is no need for such an unnecessary thing.
On the other hand, it will be difficult for the blue-eyed swordsman to accept the fact that Shiki is already gone.
That’s right, Akira is secretly concerned that this reckless fool may risk his life again.
In the end, he grasps the small cross around his neck and stares at it.

Half an hour passed. After Akira leaves the bathroom, he is surprised to see Shiki still there. “What are you doing here?”
“Do you always take so long in the shower?” The dark-haired swordsman asks while he sits on the bed with his legs and arms closed.
“That is none of your concern. Besides, you didn’t need to wait for me if wanted to leave. Unless, you forgot something.” Akira backfires as he keeps his poker face and gets closer to his partner.
“You.” Shiki briefly replies.
Akira only raises his eyebrow. “Huh?”
For now, Shiki gives a satisfied look. “Pack whatever you need, and I’ll take you together with me.”
“What do you mean by that?” The silver-haired swordsman asks.
After Shiki stands up, he grasps Akira’s cross and confesses. “I want you to stay by my side.”
Of course, the blue-eyed male didn’t expect to hear these words, and now he feels how the warmth fills his heart.
But for now, he closes his eyes and exhales. When he opens his eyes, he replies. “Knowing you, I wouldn’t you leave you because who knows how you’ll end up next time.”
After a brief pause, he continues. “So, even if you tried to get rid of me, I would still follow you and won’t let anyone to lay a finger on you. You belong to me and no else, got it?”
These words thrill Shiki, and he wraps his arm around his partner’s waist and brings him closer.
When Akira rests his palms on the red-eyed male’s chests, he narrows his blushing gaze. “Don’t get me wrong. Next time when you’ll be ready to face me like equal and giving your best, we’ll fight without needing to hold back. So, until then, it cannot be helped that I would need to watch you over.”
In the end, none of them say a single word. After all, there is no need for that. Meanwhile, Akira is secretly happy and relieved that he will protect Shiki.
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