It’s been three days since Haruhiro had really eaten anything substantial and Moguzo was beginning to worry about his boyfriend’s latest depression haze. This had happened enough times by now for him to know the cause. Haruhiro must’ve been contemplating his skills and accomplishments and comparing them to the other leaders. This always, invariably led to an absolute crash in Haruhiro’s ability to even function.
Moguzo had dragged him out of dozens of these funks, so it was beginning to become a little routine. It always involved dangerous solo trips into the wilds to slay monsters. These trips funded comfort meals that would begin the road to recovery. On a few occasions, Moguzo had to force feed Haruhiro to eat whatever he had whipped up. At first, Moguzo had found it a tad tedious to have to drag Haruhiro out of the darkness, but after he had learned what caused these dips, he became far more forgiving of them. Moguzo truly cared for Haruhiro, so every effort was a labor of love.
This latest effort had seen him slaying quite a few goblins that had begun reappearing in the areas outside the town. Given the low strength of these enemies, Moguzo dealt with them swiftly and was able to quickly return to town. This extra time allowed him to gather up the ingredients for Haruhiro’s favorite dish, bird meat stew. This stew had gotten him out of quite a few arguments with his boyfriend, and roused Haruhiro from any number of his low times.
Shihoru and Yume were lounging around in the kitchen area when Moguzo returned. He came in to catch Yume sneaking a few kisses in, much to Shihoru’s horror. Time had done nothing for Shihoru’s intense shyness. Moguzo wondered how Yume had ever gotten her to come out of her shell enough to ever be able to give her kisses in such an open area, but that didn’t matter for the moment. Moguzo was on a mission.
“Hey, Yume. When you get Shihoru calmed down, can I borrow her to help me here?”
“Oh-ho. Is this a special occasion? I see all the fixings for Haru’s favorite stew. Is this about his most recent crash?”
“Yeah. I’m hoping this will help bring him out quicker for next week.”
“Next week? What’s happening next week?”
“It’s our 1 year anniversary. I want everything to be as perfect as possible.”
“Do you really think you can get everything to go exactly as planned?”
“No, but I can get pretty close. This stew is just the first part of my master plan.” Moguzo did his best mischevious smirk to accentuate his motives.
“Alright, I’ll go get Shihoru. Be back in a sec.”
A little while later
“Haruhiro? Are you still in here?” Moguzo entered the sleeping quarters all the men had shared since they arrived in Grimgar. A bowl of warm stew accompanied him.
“I’m not in the mood, Moguzo.” Moguzo could barely make out the muffled noise of Haruhiro’s voice through the fabric of his pillow. Haruhiro lay on the pile of hay where’d he’d been since earlier in the week.
“Come on. I’ve got food. You need to eat…” Moguzo took a quick assessment of the room and was smacked with the scent of a brooding Haruhiro “and bathe.”
“No, Moguzo. I’m not hu………is that stew?” Haruhiro began to stir from his fetal position.
“I don’t know. I guess you’ll just have to get out of bed and find out.” Time spent with Yume had taught Moguzo to be a bit more flirtatious and confident around Haruhiro.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Thanks, Moguzo. I don’t deserve you.” Haruhiro began to sink a little again.
“Oh no. Not again. I’m getting you out of this room.” Moguzo spoke with an uncharictaristic finality.
Haruhiro looked a bit shocked, but complied with Moguzo’s wishes and ate his stew. After he had eaten his fill, he began a slow trek back to his bed. Moguzo stopped him short and fixed him with a stern expression. He scooped Haruhiro up and began walking toward the bath.
“What are you doing, Moguzo?” Haruhiro seemed half confused and half annoyed with Moguzo’s show of force.
“ I told you earlier, you need to bathe. Our room smelled like soiled laundry and sweat. It smelled like you.”
“Wow, you’re not holding back today.”
“We’re getting you cleaned up and into fresh clothing, whether you like it or not.”
Haruhiro stopped his protest, quite possibly out of his interest for this new side of Moguzo. He’d never seen Moguzo be so bold before. He kind of liked it.
Moguzo put Haruhiro down once they arrived in the bath. Haruhiro proceeded to slump to the floor. This was his way of testing just how far he could push Moguzo to take what he wanted.
Moguzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are you lying on the floor?”
“I don’t want to take a bath. I want to go back to bed.” Haruhiro knew Moguzo was doing all of this to shake him out of his depression, but in truth, the stew and Moguzo’s newfound confidence had done wonders for his mood.
Moguzo’s patience had run thin today, so he rushed straight to the point. He grabbed Haruhiro and began stripping him down. Haruhiro was receiving rushes of pleasure wherever Moguzo’s gentle hands became rough in his heated fervor. Once Haruhiro was disrobed, Moguzo did the same for himself. Haruhiro’s eyes lingered over Moguzo’s muscular frame, and he marveled seeing Moguzo’s muscles ripple with his movements.
Soon, Moguzo was also stark naked. He bent down and scooped up his smaller partner like he had back in the hallway. He slowly brought Haruhiro into the bath with himself. Haruhiro allowed himself to be manhandled and cleaned thoroughly by his possessive lover. As he was getting closer to cleanliness, he knew Moguzo might stop his treatment, so Haruhiro decided to make it last a little longer.
“Moguzo….” Haruhiro croaked out his lover’s name in the haze of the bath and began to straddle his lap. Moguzo colored a rich shade of pink and hoped Haruhiro would blame it on the heat. Haruhiro brought his lips close to the larger man’s and could feel his shuddered breathes through the empty space between them. Moguzo eventually worked up the courage and bridged the gap.
The two began making out passionately while exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. Moguzo broke the kiss when he ran out of breath. He had also caught on to Haruhiro’s plan.
“You’re already feeling better, aren’t you? This was just to get some affection. I can’t believe you.” Moguzo’s smile betrayed his true feelings about the situation.
“I guess you’ll just have to come over here and find out.” Haruhiro parroted Moguzo’s earlier taunt to get a rise out of him.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll do that.” Moguzo initiated another make out session and drew Haruhiro in with his powerful arms. Moguzo broke the kiss yet again, to which Haruhiro replied with a groan……or was that a whimper Moguzo heard?
“You know why I did all this today, right?” Moguzo wanted to see just how much this depression had affected his mental state.
“I’m guessing it was to keep me in a good mood for our anniversary next week.” Of course Haruhiro remembered the important date. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks.
“Good. Since you remembered despite recent….complications, I’d say you earned more stew and……these intimate times.” Moguzo had to bring himself to say something so lewd, even though no one else was around.
“Maybe I should start getting into these moods more often, then. It was fun seeing that controlling side of you.” Haruhiro gave his boyfriend a warm smile.
Moguzo blushed again. “Shut up.” He brought Haruhiro back in for another kiss. This was looking to be a good anniversary come next week.