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Suguru bursts into laughter, and Satoru grins, pulls Suguru down to press their lips together, over and over again.
In Satoru’s bedroom, the outside world disappears. Here, the curtain keeps only the sounds of their skin sliding against the sheets, their hushed breaths, and the delicate sounds of their lips touching. A soft, fresh trace of ozone in the air, faint and lingering. A golden dreamscape just for them.
“That’s not right,” Suguru murmurs, kissing the corner of Satoru’s mouth. “If anything, you’re the one who messed with my cursed energy.”
“Oh?” Satoru smiles as Suguru rises up on his palms, his long dark hair trailing softly on the pillows. A few strands slip down to tickle Satoru’s cheek, the skin of his bare shoulder. He squeezes Suguru’s ass again. “…Tell me more.”
Suguru chuckles and sits back on his heels, kneels on the bed. Makes room for Satoru to lean up on his elbows.
“Well…” Suguru smirks, looks down the tip of his pert nose to peer at Satoru. He takes Satoru’s hand and guides it to the splotchy red skin of his throat, warm to the touch and slightly damp with sweat. The light sparkles on Suguru’s earrings, and the air around him seems to shimmer a little.
Suguru smiles, the shape of his fox’s grin alluring and bright. “…You came in me, you know?”
Satoru flushes, hard, feels the heat bloom on his cheeks and up to his hairline. Feels his skin tingle all over, the hair rising on the backs of his arms.
“Yeah,” Satoru croaks out. Clears his throat, finds himself lost in the colors of Suguru’s eyes, a small view of paradise.
Suguru just grins, the afternoon light highlighting Suguru’s flushed skin, the shine of his long dark hair. He traces Satoru’s hand down his chest, warm and smooth, his voice low and sweet. “And I swallowed, right?”
“Right,” Satoru echoes, captivated by the shape of Suguru’s smile, the teasing curve of his soft pink lips, and the delicate flutter of his eyelashes. Feels his own heartbeat speed up, the temperature in the room rising just a little.
“So now you’re here,” Suguru breathes, presses Satoru’s palm hot on his belly, cups Satoru’s hand in both of his. Suguru smiles again, mischievous and luminous. “Deep inside, like you said—”
Satoru tackles Suguru back onto the sheets, both of them collapsing into the bed with a whoosh of breath. Satoru presses kisses to Suguru’s laughing mouth, grips him tighter.
“You are the the most,” Satoru groans, tilts Suguru’s jaw and kisses the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose. “The most infuriating—”
Suguru just laughs, arms wrapped around Satoru’s shoulders. “Deviant beautiful wife, you said?” He grins, drops a quick kiss on Satoru’s lips, and pushes at Satoru’s shoulders. “Ah, but we really should get up—”
“Mmmmm,” Satoru hums, cups Suguru’s cheeks and kisses his soft pink lips one more time. Satoru moves to sit back up on the bed and pulls Suguru up, too.
Suguru sits up and runs a hand gently through his hair, looking up at Satoru through his eyelashes.
Satoru smiles, feels his cheeks heat, heartbeat racing. “The most perfect Special Grade romance of the century.”
“Whatever,” Suguru rolls his eyes and chuckles, the light glinting on his earrings, his smooth skin, and his flushed cheeks. “You idiot virgin.”
Under the curtain, the afternoon light shines rich and golden. The air feels warm and soft, shimmering dust motes swirling gently all around them.
Satoru smiles, too, cups Suguru’s face in his hands.
This morning, in Harajuku— seeing Suguru in front of him like an apparition, a mirage, an oasis. The panic and longing deep in his veins, now washed out by Suguru’s laugh, the touch of his lips, the steady beat of his pulse.
Satoru swallows hard, takes a deep breath. Feels the thrum of their binding vow, the combined traces of their energy hanging in the air, fresh and alive.
A cool ocean breeze in a summer desert.
“You love me,” Satoru breathes, hands shaking, skin tingling all over.
Suguru smiles. “Unfortunately.” His long dark hair slips gently over his shoulders, and the afternoon light glows on his skin. Still naked and beautiful— every line of his body captivating and lovely.
“Don’t know what I was thinking,” Suguru adds, smooths a hand over Satoru’s arm, cups Satoru’s hand with his, smiles into the warmth of Satoru’s palm.
Satoru laughs weakly, heart pounding and cheeks warm. “The curse of love!”
“The most twisted of them all,” Suguru sighs dramatically. “Doomed to wander the earth forever with a real fucking idiot, who has nothing but condoms for brains—”
“It’s a dream come true,” Satoru snickers. He inhales deeply, grasps Suguru’s hands and looks down at their intertwined hands, resting softly in the pale blue sheets.
Looks up and exhales, sees Suguru’s small smile, tentative and warm. A beam of light into Satoru’s heart.
“Suguru, you…” Satoru takes a deep breath, trains his eyes on their clasped hands. Squeezes their hands, feels the back of his neck grow warm, too. Satoru clears his throat, the old hurt bubbling up in his chest. “You’ll…stay, right? You don’t regret it? The binding vow, and……..stuff?”
“Stuff?” Suguru huffs a laugh. “Do I seem like the kind of man who would do things I’d regret?”
Satoru flushes, feels his heartbeat stutter. Feels the rush fizz through his body, searing and bright like soda bubbles, cool and hot and stinging.
“Okay,” Satoru murmurs. He grips their hands tighter, sits up straighter on the bed. His palms sweat as he stares at the spotty red bruises on Suguru’s wrists.
“I promise, then…” Satoru swallows thickly. “That you won’t regret this, ever. You won’t regret us. We’ll be……the best, we’ll be so good together—”
“Because we’re the strongest, right?”
Satoru whips his head up, mouth parting in surprise, heart pounding.
Suguru smiles gently at him, something tender and vulnerable in his expression. His cheeks are pink, lips soft. The afternoon light casts dancing shadows on his skin, highlights the gold tones in his hair. His hands are big, warm, and just a little rough.
“Yeah,” Satoru breathes, hands shaking and skin tingling all over. Holds their hands to his lips, and feels his entire body tremble.
“Because we’re the strongest,” Satoru murmurs, presses kisses all over Suguru’s knuckles, his elegant long fingers and calloused palms.
Suguru’s beautiful hands, that have sucked in thousands of cursed spirits, held a child’s hand, crushed entire walls, and punched Satoru’s face more than once.
It’s been three years since he last saw Suguru, and it feels even longer since he’s last held Suguru’s hand.
Satoru brushes his lips over the slender knobs of Suguru’s wrists, the veins on the backs of his hands, the hot bruises on his skin. Satoru kisses Suguru’s hands, and feels his own body tremble, cheeks warm and pulse speeding up.
Satoru sees, and remembers— the very first time he held Suguru in his arms, on that cold winter night in high school, in Suguru’s bed. When he felt like he touched the shape of Suguru’s soul with his own.
Suguru’s soul, smooth and round, warm and perfect. Precious and beautiful, like a tiny jewel marble in the palm of Satoru’s hand. Glowing and divine, like a full moon in a cloudless summer sky.
A perfect golden circle in an ocean full of winking stars.
Satoru holds Suguru’s hands warm in his, and feels like he could cry again.
“Ah, Satoru,” Suguru murmurs, shuffles closer, their bare knees knocking against each other. “Don’t cry,” He says softly, dips in to press kisses to Satoru’s cheeks, his lips warm and tender.
“What’s there to cry about, hmm?” Suguru murmurs in that gentle tone, the sound of his voice sweet and lovely, his eyelashes fluttering against Satoru’s cheek.
“Nothing,” Satoru sniffles, squeezes their hands. Feels his heart expand, warm and incandescent. “Absolutely nothing.”
Absolutely nothing and everything, that’s all.
Suguru laughs gently. He brushes his lips over Satoru’s forehead. “Then it’s all good, isn’t it?” He breathes, kisses Satoru’s cheek, the tip of his nose, delicate and sweet. “Special Grade miracle romance of the century, right?”
“Right,” Satoru hiccups, lifts his head to peek at Suguru.
Suguru is smiling. Satoru’s breath catches, heart stuttering, cheeks flushing. Studies the expression of Suguru’s perfect face, his fine eyebrows, and the tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose. The precise curve of Suguru’s dark eyelashes, the light in his eyes, his warm smile.
Luminous and tender like a sunrise. A true paradise, the most beautiful sight in the world.
“Okay then,” Suguru blushes, tugs at their hands. “Do you wanna wash up a bit, before we go shopping and grab dinner?”
“Yeah,” Satoru breathes, swallows hard. Slips a hand free to rub at his face. “Be prepared,” He mumbles, and shuffles off the bed, pulling Suguru to stand next to him.
“What?” Suguru smiles, rubs his free hand gently over Satoru’s shoulder.
“You’ll be the one crying tonight,” Satoru mutters, peeking at Suguru through his eyelashes. “And blacking out, losing consciousness, throwing away your virginity for me—”
Suguru laughs, bright and surprised, cheeks flushing. He walks them over to the box of tissues on Satoru’s nightstand and glances at Satoru from the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know about that,” Suguru teases. He plucks a mound of tissues and passes them to Satoru, winks at him. “Sounds like you’ve watched too much weird porn.”
Satoru feels his cheeks heat. He takes the tissues and wipes cursorily at himself, throws the soiled tissues into the trash.
“I’ll make you eat your words,” Satoru mumbles, shuffling over to his wooden chest of drawers. He starts pulling out clean bath towels, feeling his heartbeat speed up a bit, the back of his neck warm.
Satoru turns around, clutching several towels and bathrobes in his arms, fidgeting a little.
Suguru has wiped himself mostly clean, and has started pulling at the bedsheets. He’s still stark naked, the golden light through the curtain shining softly on his bare back, the curves of his ass, and his long, long legs. His hair slips gently over his shoulders as he moves to shake out the blankets.
“Ah, Suguru,” Satoru hurries over, presses the towels and bathrobes into Suguru’s arms. “It’s okay, I’ll change the sheets—”
“No no, I’ll clean up here,” Suguru shakes his head, bats Satoru’s hands away. “You’re cleaner than I am, so you should go downstairs and check on the girls.”
“Oh,” Satoru blinks. Glances at the bruises on Suguru’s neck and chest. Would Suguru get mad if he saw how…extensive the marks are?
“Satoru?” Suguru turns around, raises an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, okay,” Satoru nods, sets down the towels on the dresser and shrugs into his bathrobe. “Here’s your towel, and bathrobe, and I’ll get out the new bedsheets. If you throw everything in the hamper,” Satoru gestures at the large wicker basket in the corner. “I’ll do laundry.”
“Alright,” Suguru answers absently as he walks around the bed, stripping the sheets into a small soiled pile.
Satoru grins. The sight of Suguru cleaning up Satoru’s bedroom after fucking…It all feels so extraordinary. Dreamy and surreal in this plain domestic air.
With Suguru, every detail of everyday life seems to gain new charm and meaning. Like everything and nothing he’s ever dreamed about.
Heart warm, Satoru returns to his dresser in the room and pulls out a new set of bedsheets, setting them on the nightstand. Glances up at the curtain and dispels it with a wave of his hand.
The thin gossamer veil melts from the bedroom ceiling, the golden filter dissipating from the room. Sounds of the TV clammer faintly from downstairs, and the afternoon light shines brightly from the veranda windows. Days in summer are long in Tokyo, and the sun hasn’t even gotten close to setting yet.
Satoru blinks, adjusting to the light. Somehow, it feels like another world.
Suguru looks up too, then turns to Satoru and smiles.
Satoru smiles back, feeling his cheeks heat. Maybe this is just how it feels to be born anew. To create new answers, new beginnings, and forge all the right turns in his destined path.
“…Feels a bit different, right?” Satoru grins, pulling at the belt of his bathrobe and knotting it tightly on his waist. He shakes out the spare bathrobe and holds it up for Suguru.
“I guess so,” Suguru says softly, walks over to shrug into the robe, white and fluffy against his long dark hair.
“Mmmm,” Satoru hums, adjusts Suguru’s bathrobe and ties it shut. Feels Suguru’s warmth, his gaze and attention— Satoru’s heart speeds up.
Him and Suguru, in matching white bathrobes, cleaning up together after sex, taking care of the kids, then going out shopping together, and getting dinner, and then later at night, they’ll...
Suguru swats at his chest. “Go check on the girls.”
“Okay okay,” Satoru grins, places his hands properly on Suguru’s shoulders. Nods at the closed door in the room. “Closet is through that door, and it connects to the master bathroom. Wear whatever you like and use whatever you find in the bathroom.”
“Alright,” Suguru smiles, pushes him towards the hallway leading to the stairs. “Now go!”
“Wait, one more thing,” Satoru pouts, still clinging onto Suguru’s shoulders. “Give me another kiss?”
Suguru huffs a laugh, shoves him closer to the hallway. “What is wrong with you, just go—”
“Just one?” Satoru purses his lips and tugs at Suguru’s hair. “Hurry up!”
“Satoru!” Suguru laughs, then quickly grabs Satoru’s chin, stretches up on his tiptoes. Suguru kisses him swiftly, twice in succession, the sounds sweet, soft, and casual.
“Now will you go?” Suguru murmurs, gives Satoru another push. “I’ll be here, okay?”
Satoru blinks, feels his grin spread wide and stupid on his face, cheeks warm. Gives a thumb’s up. “I’ll be back!”
Satoru races down the stairs, hearing Suguru’s light laughter trailing from his bedroom. His heart soars— it’s been a long time since he’s felt so alive, glowing from the inside out.
He stumbles downstairs, barefoot, and pokes his head into the living room.
Sailor Moon is still playing on the TV, but Mimiko and Nanako are quiet. The cursed spirit— Rei-chan— isn’t moving either.
Satoru clutches his bathrobe tightly around him, and tiptoes carefully into the living room.
The girls are asleep on the couch, their little heads nestled close on a toppled sofa cushion, strands of their pale and dark hair touching. They’re huddled together, curled around their cushion-turned-pillow, with their hands stretched out and tiny toes dangling off the couch.
The AC is still running strong, and the air is cool and breezy in the living room. The fleece blanket that Satoru keeps for late-night TV sessions is draped carefully over the girls.
Sailor Moon cries shrilly from the TV, something about scary villains on a cruise ship.
Satoru grins, and leans over to gingerly pick up the remote from the coffee table. Turns down the volume and glances towards the windows.
Rei-chan blinks slowly at him, the afternoon sunlight glowing around her headdress like a halo.
Rei-chan is still stretched out on the hardwood floors, looking like she hasn’t moved at all from her sun-warm spot by the windows. The soft fluffy tips of her twin tails swish noiselessly, and her gaze is bright and calm, her large paws crossed elegantly on the floor. Her face twitches as her nostrils flare a little, like she’s scenting the air with her human nose.
Satoru chuckles softly under his breath. Maybe Rei-chan can tell that he fucked Suguru, huh? The traces of their combined energy lingering on his skin?
Satoru places the TV remote quietly back on the coffee table, picks up his abandoned water cup and takes a big gulp. Sighs softly in satisfaction. Sex is thirsty work, it seems— Satoru chuckles softly under his breath and feels his heart flutter, just standing here in the middle of his living room with Sailor Moon playing lowly in the background.
Maybe Suguru would like some water, too?
Satoru smiles, cheeks flushing. Takes Suguru’s cup as well, and tiptoes out of the living room to place both their cups on the kitchen bar countertop.
Might as well wash his hands and clean up a bit before going upstairs to find Suguru again. Satoru heads into the small bathroom and turns to close the door gently behind him, shoulders twisting in the narrow space.
Winces and hisses, when he feels the skin stretch on his back, a hot sharp sting and low dull burn.
Satoru peels off the top of his bathrobe gingerly, and turns around to look at his bare back. Whistles as he sees his skin in the bathroom mirror—
Sure, he did suspect, in the dim sex-addled fog of his brain, that Suguru marked up his back…
Satoru beams, big and wide, grinning with all his teeth.
The skin of his back, and up to the tops of his shoulders, is streaked with harsh pink marks, the exact traces of Suguru’s hands. Satoru gently rolls down his bathrobe a little more— from his shoulders and down to his hips, there are numerous pink streaks, short and long. Tiny crescent-moon dips from Suguru’s blunt nails litter all over his back.
Satoru leans closer into the mirror and peers at a particularly deep mark on his shoulder blade. Seems like Suguru might’ve broken the skin in this specific spot. Satoru rolls his shoulder and watches tiny beads of blood well up and pool, shining bright and vivid red.
In the small second floor bathroom of his house, Satoru laughs— feels weightless and expansive, filled with nothing but warmth and light, the soft thrum of their binding vow and the tingling of his skin.
He takes one last look at his back in the mirror and pulls his robe back on carefully. What kind of face would Suguru make once he sees this?
Satoru grins to himself, uses the toilet perfunctorily and washes his hands. Glances at his face in the mirror— flushed cheeks, messy hair, eyes bright and shining with a crazed manic grin.
Satoru laughs again, dries his hands and walks out the bathroom. The most twisted curse of all, huh?
The sounds from the living room are still quiet, limited to the soft murmurs of Sailor Moon on the TV. Mimiko and Nanako are still curled under the blanket, fast asleep, their tiny outstretched feet shifting minutely on the couch. Rei-chan has resumed staring out the living room window.
Satoru refills his and Suguru’s water cups, holds them carefully in his hands, and tiptoes silently up the stairs.
Upstairs, the sunny afternoon light spills in from the skylights on the third floor, casting a rich glow all over the staircase. Shining dust motes twinkle, winking like little stars in the golden air.
Satoru grins— Suguru is still rustling about in the master bedroom, the sounds of his footsteps shuffling and steady. Satoru peeks into the bedroom, still clutching the water cups in his hands.
Suguru is kneeling beside the bed, with his back to the hallway, wiping at something on the floor. He looks up and turns around to peer at Satoru over his shoulder.
“That was fast,” Suguru smiles, shifts on his knees to face Satoru fully. “Welcome back.”
“I’m back,” Satoru beams. Can’t stop smiling at the sight of Suguru in his bedroom. Suguru is still here, and somehow that tiny fact feels greater than life itself.
“How are the girls?” Suguru asks, glancing down to continue wiping at the floor with some tissues.
“They’re napping,” Satoru steps into the room, still clutching their cups in his hands, his feet bare. “That’s a really good babysitter you’ve got.”
“Napping?” Suguru looks back up, frowning. “What time is it?”
Satoru shrugs. There’s a reason he doesn’t have a clock in this house.
Suguru sighs, gathers the soiled tissues in his palm and tosses them into the trashcan by the nightstand. “Satoru, why don’t you have a clock? This is why you’re always late, aren’t you?”
“No I’m not! And the stove has—”
“Whatever,” Suguru rolls his eyes and gets up to his feet gingerly. “If it’s getting too late we need to wake them up, otherwise the girls won’t be able to fall asleep at night.”
“Then tell your babysitter to do it?” Satoru shrugs again. “They’re fine, Suguru. Your babysitter covered them with a blanket and everything.”
He walks closer to Suguru, glances around the room. The bed is redressed now, in pale green cotton sheets and matching pillowcases. The soiled bedclothes are piled up high in the laundry hamper, along with all their clothes.
Satoru grins. Just the thought of Suguru making the bed, cleaning the room, changing their sheets after they fucked— the most surreal feeling, and yet the most natural thing in the world.
Satoru glances back at Suguru and nods at the spot on the floor. “What were you doing there?”
Suguru sighs, props his hands on his hips. “Remember that bottle of lube? It spilled on the floor when you pushed it off the bed.”
“Oh,” Satoru flushes. He fidgets a little, watching his bare toes wiggle on the floor. “…Sorry?”
Suguru chuckles, the sound of his voice warm and kind. “It was just a little bit. I think I cleaned it all up, but don’t blame me if you slip on the ground.”
Satoru smiles, peers at Suguru through his eyelashes. Suguru, still standing here, hands on his hips, grinning softly in the warm afternoon light of Satoru’s bedroom.
“Ah…thanks,” Satoru clears his throat, and gently offers the cup in his hand. “I brought you water— if you’re thirsty?”
Suguru blinks. “Oh, I…yeah. Thank you,” He murmurs, and steps closer to take the cup from Satoru. Their hands touch, and Suguru blushes, just a little. His long dark hair slips delicately over his shoulder, catching on the fluff of his white bathrobe.
Satoru grins and feels his own cheeks warm, too. He watches Suguru drink from his cup, and steps a little closer. Clears his throat and touches a hand to Suguru’s elbow. “Anyway, you really do have a great babysitter, you know?”
“Thanks,” Suguru deadpans. He sets his cup down on the nightstand, right next to the bottle of lube, now half-empty.
“The only thing is,” Satoru sets his own cup down too, and grins. “Her name is boring, you should’ve—”
“What do you know about names, huh? ‘Rei’ is an actual name, you dumbass—”
“Why didn’t you name her something like,” Satoru pauses, gazes at Suguru’s bright eyes, the mock-exasperated expression of his beautiful face. Satoru stares at Suguru’s flushed cheeks, and squeezes Suguru’s arm.
“You know…” Satoru swallows hard, and strikes a pose with his free hand. “Like…「 LOST IN PARADISE 」!!”
Suguru bursts into laughter, his cheeks flushed, the light glinting on his earrings. “She’s not a Stand, Satoru!”
Satoru laughs too, and throws his arms around Suguru, hugs him tightly. “She’s not?” He noses at the shell of Suguru’s ear. “Aren’t you a Stand user?”
“Am I?” Suguru chuckles into Satoru’s shoulder, warm and sweet. Suguru slips a hand between them and pushes at Satoru’s chest. “Either way, we should hurry up and shower—”
“Okay okay,” Satoru gently steps away and tugs at Suguru’s hand. “Shower, shopping, dinner, then bed?”
“Yeah,” Suguru grins. His gaze bright and glowing in the light of the room, cheeks pink and soft lips smiling.
Suguru clears his throat and squeezes Satoru’s hand. “You know, I’m starting to think it’s a good idea that we agreed on not actively hiding, most of the time. Otherwise you’d have to get rid of all the monkeys gawking at us whenever you do something dumb in public.”
“What?!” Satoru mock-gasps, then pouts, swinging their hands. “It’s not my fault people are so obsessed with me! And they were taking pictures and filming you, too, back at the cafe!”
“And whose fault is that, huh?”
Satoru ignores him. “Ahhh, but to think, the Great Getou Suguru,” Satoru declares, waves grandly with his free hand. “The first in centuries to hold an immensely powerful Cursed Spirit Manipulation technique…”
Suguru laughs, pushes gently at Satoru’s shoulder. “What…?”
“One of four strongest special grade sorcerers,” Satoru continues, grinning big and bright. “Most dangerous evil villain and public enemy of the sorcerer world, subject to lethal persecution…”
Suguru raises his eyebrows, still smiling.
Satoru smirks and squeezes Suguru’s arm. “…Saves his body and soul for the Great Gojou Satoru.”
Suguru tosses his head back and laughs, golden and bright, loud and raucous. Beautiful like sunlight shining on ocean waves, divine and warm, the most wonderful sight Satoru has ever seen.
Satoru beams, feels his face flush, his heart expand and glow. “Am I wrong?”
“I guess not,” Suguru chuckles. He runs a hand through his hair and smiles. “Well, what about you, hmm? The Great Gojou Satoru, first in centuries to hold both Six Eyes and Limitless…”
“Yeah?” Satoru grins, puffs his chest up.
“The strongest sorcerer alive…And, somewhat respectable teacher of—”
“What?! I’m—”
Suguru smiles up at Satoru through his eyelashes, his cheeks pink. He gently touches the hair of his bangs and tucks it behind his ear, his every little move elegant and smooth, alluring like an invitation.
Satoru swallows hard, licks his lips a little and steps closer, grips Suguru a little tighter.
Suguru grins, his dark eyelashes fluttering. “The Great Gojou Satoru…who throws his virginity away for the evil curse user Getou Suguru.”
Satoru laughs and hugs Suguru again, squeezes him tight. Their legs brush against each other, bare feet shuffling on the ground. Satoru buries his face into Suguru’s hair and smiles. “Suguru.....…Who else, but you?”
“…Satoru,” Suguru murmurs, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s waist.
“I want a revolution, you know?” Satoru says softly, leans back to stare at Suguru’s face. “Right now, the higher-ups— we all inherited generations of terrible fucking idiots, like a bargain sale of rotten oranges.”
Suguru snickers. “Yeah.”
“Our new future,” Satoru beams. “It’s a dream worth working towards. A dream that only we can create with each other.”
“A social revolution, huh?” Suguru sighs beatifically, the shape of his smile serene, blissful, and divine. “Started by two forbidden lovers— high school friends turned enemies? Despite the criminal punishment and exclusion by sorcerer society?”
Satoru laughs, heart giddy and bright. He gently brushes back Suguru’s hair from his forehead. “A forbidden miracle romance, with mutual trust and respect.”
“Right,” Suguru chuckles, his cheeks flushing pink. He peers up at Satoru, clears his throat. “I suppose it’s easy for us, huh? Only we can do it all, since we’re the strongest—”
“With the strongest resolve to work towards a shared dream,” Satoru announces. He takes a deep breath and slowly runs the backs of his fingers over Suguru’s cheek. “It’ll be a new future, for us, Suguru.”
“Yeah,” Suguru smiles softly, slides his hands up to rest gently on Satoru’s chest. “We’ll change the entire society together.”
“Not only for us,” Satoru breathes, cups Suguru’s perfect face, stares into Suguru’s eyes. “But also everyone around us, the whole world—”
Suguru grins, sudden and bright like a meteor streak. “Sounds like true love to me.”
Satoru flushes hard, heartbeat stuttering, pulse pounding in his ears. Completely stunned and caught in the thrall of Suguru’s beautiful eyes, the curve of his smile.
Satoru swallows hard, hand trembling as he thumbs gently over Suguru’s lips. “True love, pure love, and justice, and happily ever after.”
“Mmmm,” Suguru hums, as he tilts his face up a little, gaze dropping, lashes fluttering. His long, dark hair slips softly over his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth tip up gently into a smile.
Satoru inhales deeply, licks his lips, and feels his skin tingle all over. Finds himself lost for words, entranced and enchanted by Suguru’s warmth, the sweet air that clings to his skin, his every single little move.
“A real noble cause,” Suguru breathes. His lips part gently, soft and pink. “With a great, divine meaning.”
In the golden afternoon light, the air in Satoru’s bedroom swirls slowly, tiny dust motes shimmering like a million winking stars. The outside world fades and disappears, leaving a warm euphoric dreamscape, a small golden Domain just for them.
Together, they seal everything with a kiss, over and over again. Their lips meet, delicate and warm, tender and kind.
“Mmmmmm,” Satoru hums, cups Suguru’s cheeks and presses one more kiss onto his mouth. “Come on, let’s go shower.”
“Together?” Suguru teases, soft against Satoru’s lips. Suguru leans back a little, shifts to smile up at Satoru, his eyes bright, cheeks flushed and lips pink.
“Yeah,” Satoru breathes. Thinks of the marks— Suguru’s marks— on his naked back, and grins. “Wanna show you something.”
Suguru laughs as he steps out of their embrace. “Oh?” Suguru smirks, grasping Satoru’s hand. “Is it something under your bathrobe?” Suguru teases, his smile taunting as he trails his gaze down Satoru’s shoulders, chest, and hips.
Satoru grins, skin flushing and heart racing, pulse thundering in his ears. “Maybe.”
“Or…” Suguru smiles, radiant and charming. He glances at the closed door in Satoru’s bedroom. “Is it something in your closet?”
Satoru flushes, hard. Thinks of Suguru’s old clothes— Suguru’s old belongings stuffed in a suitcase, in the back of Satoru’s big walk-in closet. Suguru’s high school uniform, dry cleaned and pressed, hanging neatly in its garment cover among Satoru’s own shirts and slacks.
Suguru’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh?” He smirks widely, then frowns. “It’s not weird porn, right? You know that’s—”
“Ahhhhh, whatever,” Satoru exclaims, cheeks still hot. He tugs at their hands and walks them over to the closet door. “We should be quick, right?”
Suguru chuckles as he follows Satoru, both of them shuffling against each other. Suguru’s hand is warm, his fingers long and elegant, his palm a bit calloused. “Yeah, Satoru, we should probably try to leave soon—”
“And the lube spilled, right?” Satoru grins, throws his arm over Suguru and squeezes. “So we need to go buy lube and condoms—”
Suguru bursts into laughter, the light glowing on his soft dark hair, his pink cheeks, the beautiful shape of his lips. His earrings sparkle, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little. The sound of his laugh is genuine and charming, bubbling up from the depths of his heart, his perfect jeweled soul.
Satoru beams, cheeks warm, heart glowing and incandescent. He places his hand on the doorknob and turns it, clears his throat. “Well?”
Suguru just chuckles, grins with that luminous smile. He steps away to grab their towels left on the dresser, then takes Satoru’s hand again.
Suguru smiles up at Satoru, his dark eyelashes fluttering. “I guess that depends on you,” Suguru breathes, and winks at him, teasing and bright.
Satoru laughs, tossing his head back, whole body trembling with the rush, brilliant and overwhelming. Feels and hears Suguru’s own peals of laughter beside him, radiant and effervescent.
Satoru intertwines their hands and studies the sight of Suguru’s face— his fine eyebrows, pink cheeks and soft lips. Suguru’s lips, that have kissed him so sweetly. Suguru’s lips, that Satoru has kissed, too, over and over again. Satoru memorizes the exact shape of Suguru’s smile, the sound of his laugh, and feels his own heartbeat speed up.
In Satoru’s bedroom— he feels the thrum of their binding vow in the air, the pulse of their new future, their promises, their shared purpose. Delicate traces of their combined energy float gently in the room, shimmering in this golden Domain. This divine paradise where Satoru lost himself, where he found his dreams came true.
Satoru grins, face flushed, heart warm and skin tingling all over. He squeezes Suguru’s hand, and feels Suguru squeeze back. Suguru grins at him, too, brilliant and lovely and right beside him. The most beautiful sight in the world.
Together, they push open the door.
[Part 2: END]
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Footnotes:
1. The lines about SatoSugu’s domain is a reference to the Domain Expansions in series. That night, they Expand their Domain together!! The line about Suguru laughing from his heart is from his last words in volume 0.
2. The lines about true love, pure love, justice, noble cause & great meaning is based on volume 0, the dialogue between Okkotsu & Suguru. The Japanese word that Suguru uses, 大義, can mean something like justice, a noble cause that people should take up, a greater meaning. This phrase also has a spiritual connotation and is also used in Buddhist contexts.
3. The lines about Suguru’s soul is based on Satoru’s confession/reminiscing in Part 1 Chapter 4. In the early episodes of the 1992 Sailor Moon, the girls do indeed fight off villains on a cruise.
4. Rei-chan being a Stand is a JoJo reference. As you can tell, I am a big fan of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure. Suguru is basically like a Stand user. In JoJo, Stands are often named after songs or albums, and so I used “Lost in Paradise,” the first ending theme song of the anime. And I thought the idea of paradise was very fitting here.
5. Suguru’s line about Gojo being late is a reference to all the times that Gojo is scolded for never being on time. Love as a curse is from volume 0.
6. Title is inspired by the song “Two Hour Only Vacation” by Utada Hikaru and Sheena Ringo, another theme song for this story. "Miracle romance" is from the Sailor Moon theme song “Moonlight Densetsu.”