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The smacking of shoes over cracked mud echoes through the woods, as Teru, blond hair done back in a messy ponytail with some strands pulling out from the sides, heaves out sharp breaths. Sweat drips down his neck, as he twists it to the left and right, keeping his ears open. He skids behind a tree, willing his breath to slow and become even.
Teru opens his ears, listens, focuses his attention to the front, back, side, up, down. He could be anywhere… He turns his head around the tree, glancing this way and that, before finally letting out a sigh. Looks like he lost him.
A sigh of relief escapes Teru’s lips. He turns back around— only to be nose to nose with another man floating in the air while bent forward at the hip, angled downwards towards Teru, hands clasped behind his back and a teasing grin on his face.
“Found you, Teru,” the man says, his deep and mirthful voice sending a shiver up Teru’s spine. The blond starts to inch back around the tree and his pursuer watches him with a sharp gaze, like a cat who’s found its next meal.
“Dang, Shige, you found me way faster than last time,” Teru responds, taking a slow step back. Shigeo keeps his distance, his black hair fluttering in an invisible breeze.
Teru takes another step back, then another, and Shigeo starts to slowly float forward. He tries looking for an opening, but Shigeo is more than fast enough to block any escape route he can conceive of. Soon enough, Teru finds himself pressed against a rock at the base of Mt. Curry, the main landmark of this area.
There is no escape.
In the face of this endgame, Teru is left with no choice but to—
Belt out a laugh! He shakes his head, flicking his wrists in the air. “Oh, Shige, Shige, Shige. Sorry to disappoint you, but you found the wrong one~” He presses a finger to his lips, a teasing grin on his face.
He sees Shigeo’s smile fall as he glances up and down Teru’s body, before his brows furrow. “You’re a clone too…”
“Right you are, my love!” Teru snaps his fingers. “You fall for it time and time again.”
Shigeo heaves out a sigh, floating closer to the clone of his husband before settling down on the ground in front of him. He is taller than Teru by at least four inches. His body, though still bony from childhood, is built out with broad shoulders. Muscles peek out from his loose t-shirt, with fat clinging to his biceps and other parts of his body. It makes Shigeo look soft to the unwise.
But Teru knows better than to underestimate his husband in any sense. He’s witnessed proof of that time and time again.
Shigeo reaches forward, running a hand along Teru’s arm, down to his toned chest, before moving up to his face. He is frowning. Teru’s clone smirks again, before a bright blue and purple light blasts it out of existence. Shigeo lets out an annoyed sigh, but when he glances up toward the sky there is an excited glint in his eyes as he disappears from view.
A few miles away, the real Teru curses as he feels one of his clones disappear. Shoot, that was the last one too, and I’m too tired to make another.
“Dammit…” he mutters, continuing to walk further up Mt. Curry. He can’t risk flying, Shigeo would immediately find him. He hugs his powers close to his body, keeping himself undetected. He clambers over a boulder, coming into a small, level clearing. Teru glances around the space, admiring the way the sun freckles through the leaves. He takes a moment to breathe.
Deep down, he wonders why he likes this type of play.
After Shigeo finally became comfortable with sex, and the big emotions it would bring up, the two of them slowly began to explore other facets of that kind of intimacy. Teru already knew he had kinks, thanks to late-night online searches and going down rabbit holes back during his late teens. Those lonely nights when his hormones were raging were an important period of self-discovery.
As Teru slowly uncorked those old desires in his adulthood, he soon realized that Shigeo was just as interested in less-conventional forms of sex as he was. They started to look things up together, very quickly realizing they both wanted to explore everything . Teru never would have thought Shigeo Kageyama—who used to get flustered over a peck on the cheek back when they started dating—would have fantasies that make even Teru blush madly sometimes. And yet here they were.
They eased into the world of kink exploration and BDSM hesitantly, mostly for Shigeo’s sake, since he never wanted to hurt anyone, especially Teru. They’d started with blindfolds, which Teru found very appealing. His anxious and always alert brain finally had a soft off switch. He loved it. But it was just dipping a toe into those uncharted waters.
Shigeo soon found his joys as well. Using his powers as an aid to his hands, he’d leaned into his rawer facets. He had learned that he liked being rough and dominant in bed (or wherever else they experimented with their sexuality), those experiences letting him peak at 100%, or even at ???%, in a way he had never allowed himself to before.
That latter state is still fleeting, though, and Shigeo only really hits it at orgasm before it fades. Even if Teru is not fully present during those moments (experiencing his own onslaught of happy chemicals), he loves seeing his husband lose himself like that.
One particular role play scenario interested them both: primal play, or predator/prey. They had looked it up because Shigeo enjoyed digging into his rougher side during sex and Teru wanted to feel Shigeo dominate him in a way he never had before. It intrigued them in a way other kinks had not.
So one day, they tried it out. They kept it light and fun; no sex, just hunt, capture and play, like a more intense version of tag. Teru had expected to enjoy it. What he hadn’t been ready for was the exhaustion and adrenaline and oxytocin in his brain mixing into a sensation that made his mind go blank and turned his muscles to putty. Even without the sex, it felt great .
Teru wanted that melting goodness again. He wanted to try again. And again. And again. He wanted to go one step further; he wanted more.
He isn’t sure why he likes it so much. He had spent years avoiding Claw, running for his life. He should hate this. Hate the feeling of being hunted. Yet, for some reason, it makes him feel amazing. The adrenaline; the old version of himself he needs to tap into, staying on his toes, being cunning and clever. And this time, he knows how it ends. Getting caught is the prize, not the punishment. Not to mention getting to experience the rougher, rawer, sharper aspects of Shigeo.
Teru can’t get enough of it.
And Shigeo gets to find that primal version of himself. The one he still keeps locked down, only bringing it out on rare occasions. He gets to play and use his powers in a way that he usually doesn’t. Although, so far, he’s always held himself back, still afraid of letting go for a whole session.
Which is why they’ve decided to adjust the rules today. Sex is on the table (with their normal hard limits in place) and Teru has told Shigeo he can go all out, whatever that looks like for him. As he recalls those preparations in his hiding spot, Teru can barely contain an urge to vocalize the moan arching through him.
He gets to see a different side of Shigeo than anyone else, and he loves it. Shigeo Kageyama, his husband of many years, is an incredibly kind, genuine, loving, and thoughtful person. He is also blunt, passionate, and sharp in his words, and his emotions are the size of planets. Shigeo doesn’t let that sharper side out as often as he would like in daily life, and Teru loves to dig it out.
Teru comes back to the present, taking in a refreshing breath when a chill runs from the crown of his head down to his toes. His blue eyes dart to the side, blowing out wide. “Shit,” he mutters, taking off in a run. He streaks through the woods like lightning, casting the trees in yellow and white.
Suddenly, a twisting thread of purple aura wrapping around his stomach yanks him to a stop. Teru curses, struggling as it lifts and drags him back towards his pursuer and lover. It soon brings him face to face with Shigeo, who stares at him as if he were the last bottle of premium milk in a desert. It makes Teru’s legs turn into putty.
It’s too early to end this game, however, so Teru cracks a confident smile. “Well, well, well, looks like you found me! You can put me down, I won’t run,” Teru bluffs. It worked last time, after all.
Shigeo’s aura tightens around Teru and dangles him upside down over his husband’s amused face.
Teru grins, then makes a kissing sound. “Want a Spider-Man kiss?”
Said husband levels him with a grin of his own. “You’re doing a shit job trying to get away right now.”
“Pfft-hahahahaha!!” Teru barks out. “Shige, my love, I am strategic , you know that. I’ll get away when the right moment arises. As I always do.” He squirms against the psychic grasp, but it holds tight as Shigeo walks towards him, bringing Teru's face (still upside down) to his level.
The predator kisses Teru’s forehead before running his hand through his prey's hair. He takes a step forward, pressing cheek to cheek. “Mmmm… You smell nice, Teru…”
Teru’s throat dries up as he tries to swallow. He can feel Shigeo’s energy starting to caress his own. It is gentle now, but he can taste the hunger under his tongue, a hunger for Teru’s psychic energy whose satiation marks the endpoint of their play.
He needs to think fast if he wants to get away. The heat moves away from his body and an idea sparks in Teru’s head. “Oh, Shige, c’mon, just this once! Give me a Spider-Man kiss for real!” He puckers his lips.
Shigeo snorts before mumbling an “Okay, fine,” and their lips meet.
As he expected, Shigeo’s aura reduces its grasp ever so slightly. It is small, but just the opening Teru needs. He breaks the kiss, pushing his powers out, barely making it out of Shigeo’s grasp before taking off up the mountain.
Teru is grinning as he flies, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He wasn’t sure if that would work! He is amazed at how easily he can trick Shigeo sometimes (or perhaps, more realistically, Shigeo lets him go). He is almost at a record time too! If Shigeo keeps this up, Teru may just let himself get caught. Part of the thrill of their game is getting caught after all, but Teru loves to make it—
His thoughts are cut off by the color red, sharp like a knife in his head. Teru skids to a stop, breaths coming out in quick gasps. He turns his head towards static black and inky tendrils that cascade through the trees as a tornado of wind whips up around him. Teru curses, putting up a barrier as he turns and continues to run.
Black skies, cracking branches.
He keeps running, as the world around him darkens, the air refusing to enter his lungs. Teru leaps over a log, yelping as his legs give out from under him. He rolls to the ground, soil and leaves getting in his mouth. He quickly spits them out, takes one step before pressure thrusts him down to the dirt.
Quickened breaths heave from his tight chest. His head shakes as he struggles to turn it to look up. Burning supernova eyes, shadowed by a distorted black haze, stare into him as Shigeo tilts his head to the side, leaning forward.
Cracked ribs, smelling sulfur and burning plastic. A hand around his throat. Rage cutting into his soul.
His jaw shakes as his mind is thrown from the past to the present and back again. The Shigeo in front of him blurring, overlapping, distorting into…
You’re crying by yourself, aren’t you…
There are still people here!!
Kageyama-kun!!!
A finger slowly runs down his spine, nails pressing through the fabric into his skin. Teru’s breaths come out sharp and quick and he can’t look away—his entire body paralyzed by not only Shigeo’s energy but his own fear that drags his bones like lead into the ground.
Get away getaway getawaygetawaygetaway
He pushes out with his powers and meets Shigeo’s iron grip around his shoulders. A distorted sound, akin to a growl, meets his ears.
Blood in his eyes, blood in his ears, the ringing, the screaming, his skin on fire.
All of Shigeo presses into his back. He feels hot breaths on his neck and the static of Shigeo’s power running across his jaw like arcs of electricity. Teru gasps, teeth clenching together as tears start to creep into the edges of his eyelids.
He is losing himself in the flashback, unable to get out of it. Wave after wave of scents and sounds, and his breath is too fast, too much—!
He pushes out his aura, a specific mixture of colors and emotions. A signal they created years ago. Their safe word, in the form of their powers:
Ş̷̲̞̣͈͖̼̘̹̟̓̒̉̾̈́̚T̷̻̠͖͎̟̞̞͙̏̉̓̈̋̐O̴͇̥̳̟̤͕͕͖͉͌ͅͅP̶̠͚̻̤̪̓̊́̕͜!̴̛̦̘̲̆̉͠!̵̢̢̫͔͚͓̜̪̠͙̮͒͗́̈́̎̑̋̚!̸̢̠̹̯̼͇̖̙́͂̐
Immediately, Shigeo releases him, the pressure around him disappearing, the hunger evaporating into the air.
Even with the pressure gone, Teru’s breaths still come out as short gasps. He curls into himself, fingers shaking as he clutches them close to his face.
“Teru…” Shigeo’s voice is soft like cotton. “Teru, here, can I touch you?”
Teru shakily nods and he feels gentle hands on his shoulders, which then slowly open up his body, positioning his head over soft jeans. But his breaths keep coming out quick and jagged and he can’t get them to stop.
Shigeo runs a hand through his hair. “Shhh, Teru, hey.”
He can’t focus.
“Teru, look at me.”
Quick breaths, he is getting light headed, he can’t think!
Firm hands suddenly press into his cheeks and he focuses on the red eyes above him. A blink. One more. Third time’s the charm.
Shigeo stares down at him intensely. “Teru, breathe with me.” He breathes in and Teru follows. Then out and he follows again.
They continue like this for another few minutes, and slowly, Teru’s breaths even out. The grip on his lungs loosens and his shoulders finally relax.
Shigeo brushes away a long strand of hair, Teru’s ponytail now a mess on his head. “You okay?”
A nod. “Y… Yeah… Sorry…”
“It’s okay. Here, can we… My legs are falling asleep.”
“I can sit up.” He moves himself next to Shigeo, pulling up his legs to his chest, before sinking his forehead into his knees. A hand gently rubs his shoulder. He tries to focus on the feeling of comfort, but his mind is still back there—
In the woods, when they were 14. Skin tearing, bright white eyes staring at him with rage and anger. Anger that they have talked about, have dealt with, have processed time and time and time again.
Why is it back, of all times… he hasn’t had a flashback this intense in years.
Why now all of a sudden!?
“I didn’t think you would look like that,” Teru mutters, dragging himself back to the present.
The hand on his shoulder freezes.
He turns his head away, pulling his legs in more. “Your eyes were glowing, you went into that form. We—” A sliver of anger worms itself into Teru’s chest. A poisonous snake. He should stop himself, but— “We never agreed to that .”
They did agree to it, a voice in Teru’s head snaps. Teru wanted Shigeo to go all out. He knows this is what it means for him to do just that. Shigeo has entered that state hundreds of times before, his logical brain thinks, why is this different?
But he ignores the voice. He is angry, scared, and still lost in his 14-year-old emotions.
The hand is gone from his shoulders. “What do you mean ? ” Shigeo finally asks, voice flat and deep.
Teru turns his head towards him, but keeps his eyes on the ground. “We never agreed to it.”
Sharpness and static buzzes around them. “I… I don’t understand, I thought you said you wanted me to go all out today.”
He wills himself to look at Shigeo’s face. His husband's eyes are barely visible under his bangs, his eyebrows hidden from view. “We—” Teru stutters, before looking away and repeating, “…I mean, yes, I said that, but I… I didn’t mean to. We didn’t agree to—”
“You keep saying that, didn’t agree to what? That state? That’s just me. I’ve gone full power multiple times at home, I thought you—” he sighs heavily, “I don’t understand why this was different. You said you wanted this.”
Teru grapples to find the words, but they are lost between his fingers. “Look, I just wish I had a warning, okay?”
“I still don’t understand. You never had an issue. You never said I couldn’t go into that state.”
Ribs cracking, tasting iron.
Teru presses his head back into his knees. “Well, you aren't always in control when you’re like that!”
Shigeo growls, actually growls, causing Teru’s shoulders to hike up to his ears. “What? I was in control. We already set the rules and boundaries, you wanted more. I was in control, there wasn’t anything wrong, you never set a rule for that—”
“You never went into that mode before when we’ve done this!” Teru snaps.
“You said you wanted to go further today. You didn’t set this as a limit!”
The blond stiffens, keeping his head buried. “You’re supposed to be in control! You’re supposed to respect my boundaries! You’re—”
“Teru!” Shigeo’s voice booms around him, sharp, as the air around them vibrates with radio static. “I already told you I was in control. And you never set that limit. You never told me that was out of bounds, you can’t suddenly make rules like this!”
Teru’s chin shakes as his husband's words stab into the back of his skull. “I…” Bile rises from the back of his throat in fear. He opens and closes his mouth trying to find the words, an excuse—anything!
“...It scared me,” he mutters at last, a defeated sound. “I was… terrified. I started to panic and I couldn't stop it. I–I don’t know why this was different. I don’t know, okay? I did want you to go all out but I didn't think it would trigger this…”
Shigeo doesn’t answer, which is not new. Teru is used to that uncomfortable break in silence where he expects an answer and receives none. This silence, however, feels chilling. Numb.
Teru wants to hide, hide away from whatever is being dug up from his chest, whatever old and rotten feelings are now being scraped out. He doesn't want this. He hates it. Why is this happening?!
“Are you still afraid of me…?” Shigeo whispers, almost too faint for Teru to hear.
“No!” Teru snaps his head up, finally breaking from his position and moving towards him. “No, I’m not! I don’t know why this… triggered it. You looking like that hasn’t done this to me since we were in high school. I don’t know why… I’m just as confused…” He twists his hands.
The silence is back, heavier this time. Teru looks at his partner, his lover of so many years. Whose gaze is focused on the ground, a heaviness in his eyes that Teru has not seen in ages.
Guilt stabs his lungs. He wants to move closer, to explain himself, to offer comfort. But deep in his bones, his body stays rooted in place.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Teru repeats, softer this time.
Shigeo does not answer, nor seems to make any indication he heard those words.
Teru swears inwardly. “I’m sorry.”
He twists to sit back down, not facing Shigeo head on anymore, and wraps his arms around his stomach as he curls back into himself. “All I could feel and smell and taste was that day. I don’t know why this is happening.”
No answer. So Teru continues, talking through his thoughts and feelings and hoping Shigeo comes in when ready, as he has done so many times in the past. “It just hit something inside of me. You pursuing me, coming after me, the play session… I was suddenly back there, I couldn’t stop it. It's just… I–I don’t know why.”
Minutes of silence pass by before Shigeo finally mutters, “...I was getting into the role, it was exciting. I wanted to get to you so badly, it was like something finally opened inside of me. You said I could go all out and I wanted to. I liked that feeling.” Teru looks up to see Shigeo staring down at his hands. “That state feels… freeing. To me. I wanted to get to you while pushing my limits, and that triggered it.”
The idea of Shigeo pursuing him so intensely lights up a corner of deep satisfaction in Teru’s brain, but also the resurgence of fear twisting around his stomach.
“I only rarely get to exist like that. Because I still keep it… subdued . More than I would like,” Shigeo looks up, his eyes heavy. “It took me so long to just feel like we could even have sex because I was so scared of my powers coming out and hurting you. I’ve spent so long accepting that part of me. I want you to accept it too.”
Teru doesn't have an answer. He has nothing but a twist of guilt in his chest.
“Of course I accept you. I love you, all of you,” he pauses thinking over his words, “This has never happened when you’ve gone into that form at home. I don’t know, you pursuing me it just felt so much more like that day. I don’t know how to get past whatever that was…”
“Maybe we can try again? Better rules?” Shigeo’s voice is hopeful.
Teru slowly nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, let’s try again.”
They don’t try again for weeks. The next time, firmer boundaries are in place. Shigeo would go into that state only when he knows Teru can see him, so as not to surprise him again. Teru would make sure to shut their play down sooner rather than later if he panics. They would always talk about the session afterwards, in as much detail as they could.
The first time is okay. They get further than before, but the memories still claw into Teru like an angry cat. He still has to use his safeword as he starts to have a panic attack.
The next one is a bit better. But still nowhere near where they once felt they were. Another panic attack.
Then they start sliding backwards.
Cuddles are stiff, hugs and kisses even moreso. Normal, routine intimacy becomes a struggle as Shigeo retreats inward, not wanting to get near a space of losing control. And because of that, it leaves them both feeling isolated and frustrated.
Shigeo starts to work out more (a clear sign of frustration), which is keeping him out of the house more and more after work. It seems like every second he can he is on a run, or at the gym. Anywhere but home.
Teru’s sleep schedule goes to shit as he throws himself into every project he can tackle. His closet is full of random assorted pieces, all unwearable and half finished as he keeps leaving them to start new ones. Shigeo finds him more often than not hunched over a sewing machine, glasses slipping down his nose, hair done back in a messy bun and unwashed for at least a week, as he sews and sews and pushes down his thoughts.
Does he really fear Shigeo? Why does he fear him? What is it about these last few sessions that opened this wound that he was so sure had healed nearly a decade ago? Did it never heal? Was there something left? The first predator/prey sessions they had were so amazing, how can they do that again? How can they get back there?
Questions he can’t answer bounce around in the confines of his mind.
Both he and Shigeo start therapy back up again. Their intimacy warms, but nowhere near to the degree it once was.
It takes months for them to get to a third try, when they finally have a full day to give to their session. The night before, as they lie in bed, Teru stares up at their ceiling, thoughts circulating in his brain.
“I think you should go into that state when we start,” he blurts out.
Shigeo pauses, lowering the manga he is reading to his stomach, and turns towards Teru. “Hm?”
“Tomorrow. Go all out at the start.”
His husband places his comic book on his nightstand, sitting up to face Teru head on. “Are you sure?”
Teru nods. “So many of our sessions before were fun; I liked that I got to tease you. And I know that state is just a part of you,” he turns, blue eyes hopeful. “If you’re like that from the beginning maybe it’ll, I dunno, fix whatever is going on in my brain. I know it may not work, and end the session right when we start if I can’t do it, but… Can we try? See if it helps?”
Shigeo is silent as he ponders the proposal. “It can’t hurt to try. We should bring extra supplies then, in case we end up just hanging out in the woods.”
Teru nods before gasping, “Bring my purple blanket!”
“Eh? The weighted one with stars on it?”
“Yeah!” Teru nods quickly. That blanket’s design reminds Teru of Shigeo’s aura; it’s his favorite. “Just in case. If we do… get past the start, and,” a fire shifts in his gut and he can’t help but grin, “and we do get to have sex, I think I may need it. Better to have it.”
Shigeo lays down, pressing his face into his shoulder. “Whatever you need, I will make sure you get it.”
The next day they head out, supplies in hand and a plan ready.
After Shigeo is finished sending a signal to move the animals in the area away (one of their usual safety measures for sex in the wilderness), and sets down their blanket, food and drinks cooler and other items for later, Teru waltzes up and hugs him from behind, rubbing his face into Shigeo’s shirt: “Can you keep connected with me through our powers? Like you did the last time?”
“Oh! Sure.”
“Thanks, Shige.” Teru lets go and takes a few steps back, but their auras stay connected, just two threads intertwined. It’s all they need.
Shigeo walks a little bit away, putting some distance between himself and their supplies. He extends a hand up to the sky, and an enormous barrier forms, surrounding the Mt. Curry area. Teru can’t help but notice that it looks even larger than their usual safety measure. A mix of fear and warm anticipation pools in his gut at the thought.
After a few paces, Shigeo, seemingly deep in thought, turns towards Teru before he nods. He closes his eyes and breathes in deep, before letting it out slowly through his mouth. Another deep breath and…
The shift is immediate.
The air pressure drops, gravity seeming to take on a whole new meaning. A strong wind blows and ruffles Teru’s bright overalls and loose shirt. His legs can barely hold up his weight as the world around him sinks and reality bends and warps. Teru throws up a barrier over himself, which protects him against the heightened psychic energy that seeps into the atmosphere around them.
The energy around them shifts and pulls in, all of it pooling into the chasm that is Shigeo’s limitless core. An infinite source of energy holding more power than Teru can ever comprehend. Flickering black inky tendrils, mixed with purple and blue and pink, expand around him, some arching high, others licking at the ground near his feet.
Teru glances down at the tendrils for a moment before looking up and meeting the visage that has been tormenting his thoughts for months: a humanoid shadow, devoid of any light, except for a pair of brilliant white glowing eyes that stare right into Teru’s soul.
Fear stabs his heart like a thin needle. But it is manageable; he can tolerate it. Shigeo isn’t pursuing him. Yet.
They stand for a few moments, Teru breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He nods to himself. He can do this. The panic isn’t here, and he is still present.
A flicker of Shigeo’s purple aura carries through their mutual connection and flashes in Teru’s mind. Albeit wordless, the blond can discern its message, clear as day: Ĉ̴̙h̵̩́̈́e̶͍̍c̴̳͗͝k̵͎̩̓?̴̟͘ ̴̣͑̅R̶̙̺̔e̸̻̤͊̍ä̶̞́d̵̮͝ẏ̴̜͕͗?̶̟̯͠
Teru’s yellow aura answers in kind: Good. Yes.
Adrenaline rushes through Teru’s veins, and he grins. “Good luck catching me!” He shouts, taking off into the sky, darting away from the clearing. He can feel Shigeo’s gaze and energy following him.
Even though they are connected, Shigeo won’t use that to track him. Teru could explain how that works, but he has better things to worry about. Like, for example, sprouting an extra ten of himself, each one darting off into different directions.
Flicker of purple: C̸̩̳̓͠h̴͚̉e̵̬̓c̵̰̕͘k̷̙̐?̶̣̘̓ Yellow: Good.
Teru skids down near a large boulder, moving himself into a known hiding spot. He is ready to immerse himself fully into play this time, no further distractions! …That’s what he’d like to claim, yet that nagging question comes back to nibble at his brain:
Why is Shigeo in that form scary…?
He has pondered on it for months now. Shigeo pursuing him used to be exhilarating . When he is just in usual power output, as he was when they first did this, it is so pleasurable that Teru craves it. It feeds into something inside him that he wants more of. Shigeo indulging in a roughness he rarely lets himself touch sends him spiraling into a space of bliss and gooey feelings. He wants that again.
Shigeo at ???% is still Shigeo. Still his partner, his rival, his husband. So perhaps…
Perhaps here, in this elevated pursuit, it is the hunger that throws him back.
He remembers when Shigeo took him by the throat and tossed him like a rag doll across the city. When he pursued Teru, powers blowing his hair and clothes to pieces. He could taste it, the thrill Shigeo had gotten from handing Teru a righteous revenge. It reverberated around them—in that memory, Shigeo was having fun toying with him.
And that same exhilaration exists here. Shigeo loves chasing him, catching him. He’s told this to Teru already, it’s a way for him to let go of the constraints of what he should be and just exist in the moment. He says it makes him feel less self-conscious.
Teru is so lucky. He never would have imagined he could be with someone who would indulge his fantasies like this. They both want it. Now if he could just get past this hurdle, he knows the reward will be…
Ten clones, down to nine.
Oh, that was quicker than last time, Teru thinks. He closes his eyes, willing himself into one of his clones’ bodies. Blue eyes open and blink, quickly adjusting themselves as they watch the slow approach of what can only be described as a living black hole. The clone smirks and darts to the side, flames erupting from around him, cascading from Teru’s hands up to the trees.
In response, a cool purple wind whips around Teru, putting out the fires near instantly as Shigeo flashes from a few hundred meters away to right in front of his face.
Clone Teru offers a guilty smile. “Oops! Got a little excited there!” Shigeo levels him with a disappointed look, to which Teru waves his hand dismissively. “Okay, I know, I almost started a forest fire again—”
A shadowed hand reaches out and Teru dodges out of the way. “Whoa there, hot stuff!” Tendrils of blue aura circle him, but Teru darts out of the grasp. Shigeo pursues him, a small smirk forming on his lips.
It is small, but even while controlling his clone, Teru feels the rush of endorphins through his body. The previous fear is there but getting to play with Shigeo like this… Seeing that elation from his partner start to show both in his face and his aura…
Oh, it is delectable. It’s making his mouth water.
Finally, Shigeo catches him and, with a satisfied flick, the clone is gone.
As Teru’s consciousness returns to his true body, a chill runs down his spine into his knees—the residual sensation of Shigeo absorbing the energy of his clone. Shigeo, in his starvation, is not wasting a single source of power available. Once a clone is dissolved back into raw energy, Shigeo wastes no time absorbing it into his core.
Teru would have expected that to potentially trigger a panic attack, as it happened in a previous session. Instead, he’s making a herculean effort to hold back a moan as another whisper of a shiver runs down his arms. He needs to keep his energy tight to his body, so as to not give away his position too soon.
He should be down to eight clones now… Wait, no, seven. Shigeo just got another one. The sensation of having another bit of his energy absorbed makes Teru’s legs shake.
Flicker of purple: C̷͎͋h̴̨͔͊e̸̖̩̽͘c̶̻̥͐k̶͓̮̀͒?̷͇͋
Yellow: Good!
The chase goes on for another few hours. Each clone is slowly chipped away before being devoured. Teru knows Shigeo could come straight to him, but his husband is drawing it out with this game. He’s taking his time— enjoying it. The anticipation of him getting closer raises the hairs on Teru’s spine and adrenaline runs faster through his veins, heightening his senses.
Flicker of purple: C̶͖̗̀͐̃h̷̟͉́ë̴̛̤̭́̔c̴̥̞̉ͅḵ̸̠͈̓͐̍?̶͔̊̚͝
Yellow: G-Good…!
Teru darts behind a rock, his chest heaving in and out, trying to calm his breath. His hands are tingling and his mind already hitting what he could describe as a runner's high. A stray giggle leaves his lips and he snaps his hand up to cover his mouth. He can barely remember being afraid at this point as his whole body quivers in excitement.
Two clones down to one.
He grins and turns his eyes to the right, melding into his last clone as he hides up in a tree, watching intensely as Shigeo walks below him.
Shigeo’s black hair flickers like embers above his head, the air stuttering like static, red and blacks and purples rolling out from his shape. He takes a step forward, the ground groaning as the soil cracks under his feet, and he looks to the left, then the right, and finally up.
The Teru clone pales, “Oh, shi—”
A tendril grabs the clone's foot, yanking him down from the canopy to the forest floor. Clone Teru yelps, putting up a barrier right before meeting the ground, keeping his body intact.
He leaps to his feet, quickly trying to get away when more of the black aura wraps around his waist, holding firm. He shivers, glancing to the right as Shigeo’s head nestles into his shoulder from behind.
“̴̢̪̈́̇Ló̴̰̹̌o̴͔͑̐ḱ̶͇̐s̴ ̸͈̊lik̷̫̩̅̎ê̷̮̔ ÿ̵̼̯́̚o̵͕̾ͅu̶'r̶ẹ̴͑ t̷͎̋h̶̘̽̉é̶̤ w̷̜̓ͅro̶̬̱͂n̴̠̦͌͂g̷̍̈́ ö̸̝ǹ̴̝̝e̸̟̊ ṭ̵̞͒͒o̵͉͘ŏ̴̰̬.̸͉̈́.̴̤͝.̵̣̌͠”̴̡̉͒ The distorted voice shimmers around him, Shigeo’s breath hot on his neck as lips brush over skin. Hands find his waist, strong fingers gripping his hip bone.
“So, what, you’re gonna make out with a clone and leave little old me out in the cold?” Teru’s clone snickers, leaning back into the body behind him. “Oh, that is cruel , Shige.”
“̶̳͛̕I̸̮͘f y̶͇͋̓ó̶͕̐ū̴͉̆ ju̸̠̓s̴̳̓͗ẗ̶ l̴̤͂͝ḙ̷̛̾t̷̳̽ m̴͓̓e̵̹̭͆ fȋ̶̤̈n̴̡̚͠ͅd̶̄̂ y̷̺͙͝͝o̵͍͙̔̓u̷ I c̶̤̿o̶͇̐͆͜u̵̳̱͋l̴̝̒d̶̈́̏ m̴̥̐̉ă̵̠k̴̯͎͗ė̵̯ ̶o̷̰͠u̴̢͂̍t̸̹̀̇ ẅ̴̞́i̸̲̝͂̍t̷̠̂͝ḧ̵͙̀ y̵̝͒ó̸͜u i̵n̵̯̻̄̍s̴̄̑͜t̶̼̝͠e̴a̷̕d̸ .̸̱̱͐̅”̵
Teru rolls his hips back into that body and hears a delightful hitch of breath. His grin widens. He is getting high on how much he can tease Shigeo while he is like this. “Oh, now, why would I do that when I am having so much fun ?”
Shigeo’s hand wanders down to his thigh, fingers pressing into muscle. “̸͙̭́Í̷̡͈ k̶͇͐n̸̢̓͜o̶̱̟͋͛w t̷ḥ̴͐̚i̵̦͑s i̷̻͂s y̴̭̰̅̋o̵͎͐͘ur̸̎͛ l̴̈̆͜ḁ̷̙̄̚s̷̻̮̀̀t̶̀ cl̵̤̐͛o̷͚̤̊̽n̸̬͚̓̍e̵̽,̵̫̘̐̀ T̷͚͓̈͊ë̷̪͋ř̸̙̇ų̴́̌.̸̡̅͛”̷͓͑
A mirthful chuckle. “I knooow , it’s taking you for ever to find me.
Shigeo places a chaste kiss on his cheek. “̷͈̟́́͠Ḯ̵̂͠ a̷̮̎̊m̶̅ ǹ̴o̵̺͚͎̊͂̈́̚̕ͅt̸̫̓͆͗͑͜͝ t̸̛̬̺͑̋͘ak̴̼͉̃ḯ̸͉̓̊͝n̸̦͑g̷͛́̏̒͠ ̴ m̸̰̰̍ͅy̶͂ ti̴̝̥̜̿̍̾̑̈́m̶̢̤͗̔̾́̊e̸͈̹̿̈͒̂͒ ̸ ț̷͗̔̿̇͜o̶̳͐ͅ f̶͎̙́í̸̢̛̝̯͜n̶͙̬͖͓̅͒͝d̸̯̓̚͠ y̵̳͐̈́͒o̸̥̱̭̟̅̊̂̍͠u ṇ̷͚̯͙̠̉̈́͝e̴̱̱̤̝̓x̷̜͇̪͖̤̀́̓̔t̸̪͓̊̌͑̚.̵͔̭̩̥̹̿͒͌͘”̴̡͈̪͇̎̋͆̍͝
A flick of purple energy and Teru blinks himself back into his original self, his entire body tingling from the sensation of his last clone's energy being taken. His face is flushed and he can feel arousal prickling down his chest and into his groin.
He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on what’s next, before quickly standing, nearly tripping as his legs quiver. Teru gathers his energy and takes off—He isn’t going to let Shigeo find him that easily, even if he is—
Black aura flickers into view in front of him, and Teru barely has time to dodge it. Shigeo is on the opposite side of the clearing, purples and deep reds blinking around him like glitter. Teru takes one step to the side before flying, air whips lifting up trees, boulders, anything he can find to throw. Each one lands, as expected, into a barrier, the materials crumpling on impact.
He skids to a halt, breathing heavily, but a wild grin spreads across his face. White star eyes follow him and Shigeo starts to walk towards him, the hunger singing around them. Teru can’t look away. He wants to run but he is frozen. Shigeo’s steps are slow, deliberate, each one shaking the crust underneath them. He is still taking his time.
Flicker of purple: C̸̢̼̖̠̋̍̏͠h̴͓̔͝e̶̞͈͎̙̜̓c̶̫̖̣̹͚͑k̸̛̜̥̝̠͙̿͝ͅ.̶̟͉͒͌̿.̷̰̜͕̍̏̆͋.̸͖̝̞̼̉?̶̡̛̮̟̟̚
Yellow: Goooood…
Electric excitement runs through Teru's chest, along with anticipation. He lets out a preemptive emotion through his aura. A green light.
He is ready to let himself be caught.
The change is immediate. The air shifts, gravity drops, and Teru’s body is thrown back facing into the ground. He grunts, trying to sit up when Shigeo slams into him, body pressing into his own, fingers gripping his biceps.
Teru curses, teeth grinding as he pushes back with his powers. He shoves off Shigeo’s arms, only for them to come back stronger. His powers zap at purple tendrils, getting free. He scrambles to get up and makes it two steps before he is tackled to the ground.
His breath starts to quicken as dirt gets in his mouth and nose. Fear zaps into his muscles but it doesn’t deter him. Somehow the panic drives the excitement higher and higher, salvation under his tongue. His body is tingling in all of the best ways, eager to fight instead of freezing.
The past is long gone, a whisper barely noticeable in the high he is experiencing right now.
They wrestle on the ground, a flurry of hands and feet and powers, Teru grappling for leverage. He kicks out, pushing Shigeo back only for his husband’s hands to push him back down into the dirt. Shigeo tries to get a hold of his arms, but Teru keeps knocking him back with flames and electric shocks.
Shigeo grabs Teru's clothes, ripping them. Teru shoves him off, doing the same. His fingers claw at fat and muscle hidden underneath the dark void shadowing Shigeo’s form.
Teru’s breaths are shortening, an intense urge to fight and grab and claw and he is losing himself to it. But Shigeo’s size and sheer power easily overpower him each time he gets even some form of leverage.
It only takes a few minutes for Teru to be left panting, overalls torn and shirt ripped down to his abdomen, cuts and bruises on his arms. Shigeo sits on top of him, hands on his wrists as brilliant eyes analyze him like a cat that has caught its dinner. Teru gasps for breath, his body sinking into the feeling of surrender, of that gooey sensation that he’s been craving. His skin shivers as Shigeo’s gaze continues to run down his arms, his chest, to his hips.
In a surge of adrenaline, he breaks free and grabs Shigeo’s face, pulling him into a messy kiss. Black energy shivers in response, pulling gravity upwards, bits of stone floating up alongside them. Shigeo growls, bright white eyes narrowing as he kisses back, nipping at lips and tongue. Teru groans into the contact, feverishly devouring his husband’s mouth, tongue running along lips and gums.
It’s rough, with teeth and fire; and god, how long has it been since they made out like this?
Teru pulls even closer, closer still, even closer, wetness on his lips and chin. The world is slipping away as all he can focus on is Shigeo, and his lips and face and tongue; the tingling of Shigeo’s midnight skin under his fingers; the clawing of nails on his waist.
A cold aura winds around Teru’s wrists, pulling them away and pinning them back to the dirt. Shigeo grabs his hair, yanking it back to expose Teru’s neck. He leans in, lips running along arteries and sensitive joints, kissing the skin deeply, tongue tickling and Shigeo lets out a pleasured sigh—
—before suddenly biting down sharply .
Teru shouts, pulling at the restraints on his arms, but he can barely move. His energy is quickly siphoned away, pulled into Shigeo’s core, an eternally growing black hole. The energy drain pulls away his strength, and he starts to feel himself falling.
His hearing waivers and slips, the sounds of the world flickering in and out like a distorted radio. His mouth is hung open, a pleasured tingle running from the crown of his head down to his tailbone.
Shigeo suddenly stops and nuzzles his face against Teru’s cheek.
Ć̶̣̽͆͝Ĥ̷̥̥̠̅̂͂̚É̴͚̝͉̤̰̯͖̣̙̅̚C̸̥͈̹̉̍̈́̐̑͆͜Ḱ̷̞͍͌̉̎̉̓̊̃?̴̛̲̝͎̳̓̀̑́̈́̚
It takes all of Teru’s effort to send a feeling equivalent to a thumbs up back, but then he pushes out one more thought.
Falling…
He physically feels Shigeo shudder against him, licking at his neck.
“̴̧̡͇̬̭͇̉̾̽Ȳ̵̲ő̸̡̩̤̱͈̆̓̈́̒̀̅̾̕ư̸͐͗̍̇̚͝ t̷͎̻̹̣̜̺̰̤̆̆͂͝͠ͅą̸̡̮͕̱̰̹͙̮̬̓̉̂̈́͒s̵̠͈̫͉̦͕̞̲͙̘̞͗͋͌̊̕t̷̨̞̮͙̬̤̬̮̎ě̵͚̻̫̮̋̇̓͠ ̵̛̛̟̝͔̺̞̂͌̆͑̎͗̎ s̴̛͈̞̗̀̉̃̒̎̏̈́̍͌̐̑̍o̶̡̺̤̖̗̗͈̞̗͔̒̂̎̅̎̾̊́̈̏̚̕ ̷̛̗͖͍̉̊̎́͋͋̋̊͑̚ g̸̠͐ò̶͔͚̗͍̺̗̥̪̯̗̘̺̰̈́̈́͋̓o̷͓̰̱͑̓͗̂̊̚ḓ̵̡̮̘̣͙̜͉̺͓̑̔̾̊̃̑͗̈́͂͌̈́͂͜ T̸̻̬̦̣̳̬͍̳̀̐̈́͜͝e̵̠̰̣̾͌̍̋͗́͊̄̈́̔̐͝r̵̢̨̟͉̜͒u̶̡̧̝̼͍̟̗̹̿̀͆…̵͇̳̠̼͕̍̏͊”̷̡̫̠̩̀͑̄̈̇̄̓͋̈͘͜
Oh, he is falling for sure. Falling faster than he ever has before. He sees red sharp glass shards, but they are suddenly swept away by Shigeo’s grip around him, on his ass, around his thighs. Replaced with want and desire and oh, he wants to feel Shigeo losing himself. Gods, he wants it so bad.
Before he falls too far, he presses his powers forward, wrapping around Shigeo’s head to pull him closer. Shigeo lets him and Teru is nose to nose with a static void, pulsing eyes watching him intensely.
“I want you… so bad…” Teru whispers, words slurring as he sinks deeper.
Those brilliant eyes soften and a soft sigh leaves his lips as Shigeo leans forward to kiss him deeply, longingly, lovingly. Teru’s eyes flutter shut as his bones turn to putty. Shigeo’s lips leave his, but Teru’s mouth stays open as he tilts back. Shigeo wanders to his cheeks, his neck, and finally his ear.
“̶̛͇̽̽Ĩ̸̡̜̺̩͉͑̽̌̅͑͒̕’̷̧̡̙̹̹̂̌̿̾͊͆̕M̶̮͎͔̤̠̪͍̩̤̈́̎̌̌̎͌͗̈̓̑̉͠͝͠ ̵̺̭̣̠͛͠G̵̨̛̣̼̳̮͇̪͙̥͓̽̃̈́̿́̕͜͠Ò̸̧̩̱̹̥̩̲͙͉͎͎̰̱̿͒̀͗̔́̈́̿̑̚͘̕I̴̦͛̓̈́́̔̀́̉̕ͅN̸̲̻̟͕͙͕̈́̃̏̿̌̀̽̀̓͑̀̆̚ͅG̴̨̰͈̱͓͙̺̩̲̮̭̭̜̎̎̆͊́͒̑̇̃͝ ̸̧̡̢̞̣͚̣̲͌̀͛͘͜T̷͍̳̖̭̭͈̯̣̍̀͂̅Ỏ̴̳̺̎̽̓͗̽͑ ̸̳͖͕͈͖͙̤̣̬̮̘͌̍̐͂̏̈͑̅̆̌̆̚͝B̵͙̲̌̋̎̋͗̔͛̋̀͗͋̈́̀͝R̵̡̛̗̺͇͖̻̲̳̥̗̙̥̽̉͒̍̌̈́̂͆͋̈́͝É̸̠̩͍̖̲͎͇͚̗͔͐̆͒͆͒͛̀̇̔̈́̚͘͝A̵̡̞̣͙̼̼͉͎͚̦͎̭̽̎̋̑̀̎̆͆ͅK̷̟̻̪̘̘͊̐̈́̊̉́ ̶̢̛̒͋͌̈́̇̔͠Ỷ̶̗̜̬̼͗̀̾̀͆̀̑O̶̧̡̙͖̰͇̔̓̅̈́͛̀̃̾̍̇̒͒̒̕Ṵ̴̖̩̹̫͕̓͝ ̸̡̛̠͍̥̞͑́͂̌͆̅̀̊̌Ȁ̵̢͇̘̬̜̀̽̈́ͅP̷̻̝̗̤͚͉̫͐͌̂̽̊̓́͝͝A̸̢̨͍͕̮̰͉̲̫̖̦͍̬̮͝Ŗ̶͇̻̟̭͉͖̘͕̓͜ͅͅT̸͖̓̄̊̋͛̀̆̔͂̿̏̊̕͝ͅ.̸̣̓̒́́̾̀̃̅̋͊̍̕̚”̵̣̗̝̖͓͋̉͑͒̈́̊̐͂̓̍̍͝
Teru moans out a garbled mess of sounds at that declaration as his body sinks into a hazy pleasure. He wants to talk dirty, to moan in praise and adoration for Shigeo and this ecstasy he's granting him, but the feelings flying around his brain are too much. It’s like his mouth has been covered in sticky honey, and now Teru, a lover of verbose rambling in bed, is left without words.
Powers grip him, rub him, his entire body is vibrating. Everything is loud and quiet at the same time as his powers are pulled out of him, devoured by the cosmic being ravaging him. Tongue across his chest, nails on his thighs, clothes ripped and torn and Teru keeps falling.
Shigeo is everywhere, in his skull, in his mind, all around him. Engulfing him. All he sees is black inky aura, sharp white eyes, a being he can’t describe nor does he want to. One that craves him, rips at him, claws at his skin.
How can someone like Shigeo want him this much?
A guttural moan rumbles around Teru from that mouth that lavishes him and wants to swallow him whole. Teru’s own throat sputters out a whimper, dripping with lust.
Then, akin to a breath of life into his being, Teru’s body is suddenly filled with vibrant ocean waters, waves crashing into the shore of his organs, energy coursing through his veins. His whole body quivers as Shigeo’s power touches every atom, every tiny nook of his soul.
It only lasts for a moment, but what a blast it is. This wasn’t part of their negotiations beforehand, yet unlike last time, Teru has no complaints about this improvisation.
Teru is limp, his entire body submitting to Shigeo, who wants to engulf him, devour him, consume him, but he is so alive. Tendrils of energy claw at him, tickle his prostate, run along his dick. Waves of ecstasy cascade from his hair into his nails and down to his toes. He wants to be desired, and hungered, and craved by this being that could destroy Earth itself.
He isn't afraid, not of Shigeo. Never of Shigeo. How could he? How could he have even thought to be afraid?
Teru has never felt Shigeo like this. There are bites on his skin and nails on his thighs and they are barely noticeable through the haze of gooey and sticky bliss that sinks into his bones. He can’t move, he never wants to again. He wants Shigeo to take him, again and again and as many times as he wants. He wants to submit and be held, to lose control. Never think again because he never has to.
He can feel himself being pushed further and further. He barely registers when Shigeo’s fingers enter him, stretch him, prep him, and makes him feel so good. Juicy and delicious bliss – he wants Shigeo deeper.
T̷̺̹̙̀̅Ȩ̷̨̛͍̫̺̼̲͇̬̱͎͕̜̪̹̋̑́̓͐̏͂͌̋̕̕̕͝Ŗ̷̝̥̜͓̦̞̈̄́̀́̋͊̽̾̽̃̃̑͋̾̊ͅU̶͖̩͇̩͎͛̈́̇͊́͛̀̈́̇̒̿͑̅͝͝…̸̡̧͓̠̜̱̖̹̙̂̏̇͆̂̚ͅ
His entire body shudders from that all-encompassing voice that could drive him mad, coming from everywhere and nowhere, from Shigeo’s mouth and his own. Shigeo keeps drinking him, pulling his energy away, leaving his muscles heavy.
All of a sudden, he feels the fingers leave only to be filled to the brim as Shigeo thrusts into him. He gasps, body arching into the delicious pressure, shivering as Shigeo fucks him senseless with both his dick and his aura in unison, instantly hitting that spot inside him that nearly drives him over the edge.
(There might not even exist a distinction between Shigeo’s physical body and his power right now, but Teru couldn’t care less about it.)
Suddenly, Shigeo’s power explodes into every corner of his soul, his body burning with lust as sparks of yellow and blue dot his vision. He claws for that energy, drinking it in like holy wine, craving more, more, more.
Energy is pulled out of him, before filling him again, his eyes and hair bursting into a yellow-white glow. His hair flutters in an invisible breeze, tips like the edges of a bonfire, ecstasy lighting up his veins. It’s like his entire body is being baptized from the inside out.
Again and again, Shigeo pushes and pulls their mixed energy like waves, evolving into a circular motion like the stars circling the center of a galaxy. Their energy is building up on each other and overlapping and growing in a feedback loop of mutual love and pleasure, and they neither can or want to stop it.
Shigeo’s passion is wild and untamed, growling and clawing. But even here, in a state of haze and high, Teru is safe. Safe to keep falling, knowing that Shigeo will always catch him. Safe because Shigeo understands his limits and will never go past them, no matter how into the act he gets.
Even when the smallest twinge of pain breaks through Teru’s pleasured haze, it stops soon after, Shigeo making sure he is always comfortable and safe.
Teru is sinking further, electric lightning thick in his veins. He is pushed and pulled and pushed over and over, all while Shigeo holds him close. Teru hears sounds like a vibrating star, like a collapsing planet. His eyes are open and all he can see are spinning kaleidoscopes of colors and cascading comets and brilliant nebulas.
Shigeo is the universe, and Teru wants to become one with it.
His aura is vibrating, desperate for a release, desperate for that ecstasy to set his bones and soul ablaze, but he is kept just from the edge by something.
Ǹ̴̜͔̭̞̍͗̐̈́͠Ó̸̧͎̮̹̣͙͉̅̀̏̐͊͋̏̏̍͋́̆̌̾͂T̸̨̢̡̨̡̜͈̱̘͍̱͓̤̗̱͚̚ ̷͇̘̬̣̺͓̻̞̽̈́̈́̈͆́̐̿̓̔͋̓̾͛͝Ỵ̶̡̙͖̦͍̬̙̝̠̼̖̩̱͌̓̐̅́̀͂͑̎̀͘͜͠Ḙ̴͈̞̰̬̭͔̯̈͋̋͌̋̽̓̚̕͜͝T̴̪̤̺̰̈́͆̐́̔́̅̐̊̕
A shudder, mouth hanging open in a silent moan, Shigeo’s voice booming and liquid like chocolate on his brain. His skin is on fire, glowing and bright and melting the bedrock around him. Claws-nails-hands-aura grip and release and carve into his core.
Through the haze Teru craves and craves and craves and it’s nearly torture, he is so close, yet being held just out of reach. A quiet whimper escapes his lips. In response, the eldritch being he loves approaches his ear and utters a single command:
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A low moan rips from Teru’s throat, his whole body shuddering as white-hot ecstasy explodes through him from the top of his head down to his toes. Stars collide and fire erupts in his soul as he rides the highest high of his life. Through the pleasured haze he faintly feels his body lift, his arms hanging loose at his side, his head arching back as he is ravaged and devoured by the being holding him so close.
A growl, then sinking nails into his backside as Shigeo’s pleasure suddenly fills him, flowing through him like the finest wine, like stardust – his entire body is lost and he is filled with the sweet silk of ecstasy. Galaxies fuse with his soul and Shigeo is inside him, surrounding him. He has become one with Shigeo, and Shigeo is everything, so Teru is also everything.
He has tasted God .
Eventually, however, Teru has to leave heaven and come back to earth. The lights start to fade, his body still hanging limp in strong arms. The world is hazy and distorted, flecks of power floating around him.
Something gently curls around his neck, supporting his heavy head. He barely notices his body move, his vision still muddy and dark, his ears still full of static and the unknown. He nuzzles his face into soft skin, breathing in that musk that makes his toes curl. Hands run through his hair, lips on his head, the sweet rumble of Shigeo’s voice dancing across his eardrums.
I love you… I love you… I love you so much……
All of a sudden, Teru is cocooned in softness and a delicate pressure settles in around him. He sinks into the hold, letting himself be rocked into nothingness, an eldritch presence keeping him safe.
——
Time passes, and Teru emerges from the depths, sound slowly coming back with whispers of wind through trees, birds chirping in the distance. A hand cards through his hair, rubbing the spot behind his ear that makes his lips curl up.
He blinks. Blinks again… Blinks a third time – and his vision fills.
Sunlight freckles through the leaves and casts a soft glow behind tousled black hair, the sun highlighting the figure’s still bare shoulders, his cheeks dusted pink, his red eyes soft and lips even softer.
Another blink.
“Hey,” Shigeo whispers, and it still sounds like he is a million miles away. The hand stops. “Water?”
Teru barely gets out a short nod.
Shigeo floats over a bottle and straw and grabs it with his hand from the air, helping Teru sit up and take a drink. The water hits his tongue and he didn’t realize how parched he was until now. It is like sweet nectar down his throat, but Teru moves his head back, indicating he is done.
Shigeo sets him back on his lap, the hand returning to card through his hair as the world around him starts to take focus. Teru notices the smell of Shigeo’s sweat and body odor, of the trees around them and decaying wood, of the humidity in the air. He regains awareness of his toes and his chest, his fingers and his neck. All parts of his body slowly coming back online.
He must have started to move more because Shigeo presses a hand and a bit of his aura to his shoulder with a soft chuckle. “You’re squirming. But wait a little longer, okay? You’ve been out for almost an hour.”
Almost… an hour?
“......” Teru opens and closes his mouth, but the words are still garbled and mixed. Shigeo continues to pet his head, his belly and legs.
“Just take your time…”
Teru closes his eyes again and starts to drift back into reality. His brain is foggy and buzzing, but he slowly breaks through it to focus on the hands rubbing his neck, the smell of food close to him, the sounds of Shigeo’s long breaths. Of the comforter around his shoulder that he is so happy they decided to bring.
“S… Shige.”
The hands stop and he is pulled in close against a strong chest, aura enveloping him. A sigh escapes Teru’s mouth and a giddy smile stretches over his face. He rubs his face into Shigeo’s shoulder and lets out a stray giggle. “Holy shit.”
Vibrations of a chuckle rumble around him. “How are you feeling?”
“I… I don’t even know.” Teru blinks once again. “I–I want to hear your thoughts first.”
A hum and a pause. Then Shigeo pulls Teru even closer, pressing his face into the side of his head. “Something happened to our energy. It was like I was pulling your energy out and giving it back, and each time it got bigger and bigger. The best way I could describe it is… like a feedback loop.”
Another pause, and Shigeo lets out a trembling sigh. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that. Your energy tasted so good, your body felt so good, everything about you felt so good. I wanted to rip you apart and put you back together and you let me and your sounds and,” he shudders out a breath, “I don’t have words to describe it.”
Just hearing Shigeo talk sends a shiver down Teru’s spine. “Damn… That’s hot.”
Shigeo laughs. “I was worried that something went wrong when your body went limp. It was a good idea to be connected the whole time. I was able to sense when you were at your limit.”
Teru sighs, pressing his face into Shigeo’s chest. “God, I… I haven’t been able to get into that space in ages.”
“What made today different? Unlike the other times when we had to stop?”
“I think…” Teru adjusts himself inside his little cocoon. “All the foreplay. When you were like that… right when we started, it made me realize that it’s just you. And… I knew that,” he laughs bitterly, “Logically I knew that. My logical brain and animal brain… were fighting against one another. It's like I… broke through something, in my head…”
Teru pauses before smirking, “We definitely… need to just get down and dirty, physically wrestling more often. That was fun .”
A deep chuckle escapes Shigeo’s lips. “I liked it too,” before his voice shifts. “I didn’t heal you yet, but the… bite mark on your shoulder is going to be noticeable. Along with the, ah.” He coughs nervously. “T-The other ones… Do you want me to heal them?”
Teru ponders on it, thinking. Sometimes love bites are kinda sexy to keep. It gives him a rush when he looks at them again. “I think I'll leave them for now and see how bad they look later. I… probably need to call in sick tomorrow, anyway. I got really deep in that headspace, so I’ll be… out of it for the next day.”
Shigeo lifts the water bottle once again, floating it over to them. Teru takes a drink. “Do you need me to stay home with you tomorrow?”
“No, that's okay. I just need you today. All of today.”
“Of course.” Shigeo leaves soft kisses on his hair, his cheek, and his nose. “You have me as long as you need me.” He goes back to petting Teru’s hair, running his fingers along his husband's scalp.
They spend the next few hours like this, Shigeo petting and touching every part of Teru that he likes. They eat, drink, cuddle, talk—everything to make Teru feel secure and warm.
It takes a few hours for Teru to feel good enough to travel home. Shigeo shares some more energy with him, then they pack their things up and fly back to their apartment.
Once home, they shower and take a warm bath. Shigeo cuddles close to Teru’s back, washing his hair, and his body, kissing every bruise and cut.
He gives Teru all the aftercare he needs, including comforting Teru as his emotions come at him like a tidal wave, intense and strong. After some back and forth regarding everything leading up to today’s play, Teru finally lets Shigeo heal his bruises.
Fresh out of their bath, they move to the living room. Teru curls into their couch, wrapped back up in his comforter from earlier, as he scrolls on his phone. Shigeo walks in on his right, two mugs of tea in hand. He hands one to Teru, who floats it with his powers.
“Thanks, Shige,” he says, tilting his head up. Shigeo smiles back, leaning down to give Teru a soft kiss.
“Of course.” Shigeo nestles himself on the couch, tucking his legs under himself and taking a long sip of his tea. Teru does the same, and a pleasant silence blankets the pair.
Minutes pass, before something catches Teru’s attention on his phone. “Oh, Shige, did you see there was an earthquake earlier? Looks like it was really small, but…” he turns his phone around, pointing at the map with the epicenter. “Weren’t we there? I’m surprised we didn’t feel it.”
Shigeo hums as if saying “oh yeah, weird,” before going back to drinking his tea.
Seconds pass.
All of a sudden, Shigeo sputters, nearly spitting out his drink, before his and Terus' eyes meet. Teru has a wide grin on his face. “Did you cause an earthquake ? Did our sex cause an earthquake?!”
Shigeo hides his face in his hands, his tea floating above his head. “I-It’s not the first time it happened…”
“I knoooow, but it’s been so long since the last time! Like back when we were just starting to have sex and you had so much pent up sexual energy, and—”
“Yeah, I get it,” Shigeo cuts him off, before using his powers to bring a pillow to his face, which he uses to hide the blush crossing his features.
Teru, at a breakneck pace, scrolls through the news reports about the incident, eating up every detail he can find. His search leads to a report on some damage from the earthquake, but there is something about the specific way the mountain looks now… the new dents in its surface…
Then it dawns on him, and Teru’s grin gets to its widest. “Shige… Did your powers bite the mountain?!”
Shigeo screams into the pillow in response, and presses it so hard against his face that Teru would be worried about him suffocating were he married to anyone else.
Instead, Teru laughs hysterically, nudging at Shigeo with his toes, “Oh my god , you fucked me so hard you took chunks out of the mountain! No wonder my ass is so sore!”
Teru continues to laugh as Shigeo launches the pillow at his face, which he catches with ease, before getting engulfed by his husband’s body pinning him down into the couch.
“Don’t tease me,” Shigeo mutters into Teru’s shirt.
“I’m not teasing, Shige, that’s hot as hell,” Teru counters, humming as Shigeo wraps him up in comfortable pressure. “I can’t wait to see more of this side of you.”
“...Really?”
“Really really.” Teru leaves a soft kiss on Shigeo’s cheek and pats his back. “Love you so much, my eldritch beauty.”
Shigeo relaxes in his arms, the extra weight making it hard for Teru to breathe, but he has no regrets.
“Did… Did you see it?” Shigeo timidly asks. “What… What I looked like?”
“I…” Something clicks in Teru’s mind and he lets out a loud groan. “Noooo I didn’t! You go and reach new levels of hotness and I was too blissed out to fully appreciate it!!”
Shigeo stutters, “I–I mean, I probably looked kinda scary, so I’m not sure—”
“Noooooope~!” Teru presses Shigeo’s lips closed with his fingers, glaring. “Stop saying silly shit.”
Shigeo tries to open his mouth but Teru keeps his fingers pressed in.
“Nope! I know what you are going to say.” Shigeo gives him a flat “ really ?” look in response, but Teru continues. “Shige, you know what turns me on. Do you really think that seeing you turn into some sort of incomprehensible psychic monstrosity wouldn’t get me extremely hot and bothered?”
Teru removes his hand from Shigeo’s face and wraps his arms around that strong chest, adding with a sultry smirk, “I want to see just how you play with me using that sexy aura of yours at full power.”
Shigeo continues to hide his face in Teru’s shirt, his blush back in full force. “...I can do that… Next time. I’ll show you next time.”
“I’d love nothing more,” Teru giggles, before planting a kiss on Shigeo’s forehead and pulling him in.