#changqwi

   Maybe it was the mixture of alcohol and long bottled up desires,  maybe it was partly because of how he’d seen others looking at his beloved throughout the night,  but for once ...  Nikolai could think of nothing more than practically burning himself into Mitsue’s very core.  To ensure the one he loved could  never  be taken from him.

   Kiss after kiss claimed his lips,  each one becoming more desperate,  more  hungry  for whatever Mitsue was willing to give  -  those words of encouragement only stoking the ever growing flame within that yearned for the shorter man.  And so with large,  strong hands gripping at the other’s thighs he was lifted off his feet,  legs guided about his waist as the Harbinger released a soft,  almost  needy  sigh.

“it’s not all about me, haruka. i want to know.” he buried himself deeply inside of the other, eyes opening to look down at the male, head tilted almost curiously. “what do you like? what do you want?” he held on tightly to his lover’s hips, keeping them in place as he... waited. normally rufus was seeking to please himself in bed with whomever, but... haruka always adjusted, always pleased, always obeyed, always listened and did anything... everything rufus wished for. he appreciated it, but it left him insanely curious. was haruka taken care of as well? was he being fucked the way he desired and wanted to? did he feel good? he was almost scared of asking---and such a feeling was entirely foreign to the young president.

“I think I remember you. Akimi, was it? I’ll be honest...I didn’t expect to find someone who survived, perhaps you were out on a mission of your own? Exploring? Either way, everything is gone. All of the people, their homes. Everything.”

Izumi seemed to stare past them, perhaps he was still trying to process the fact that he was going to wage a war against the gods themselves. If they wished to have him participate, or thought to get rid of him, well...They would need to try harder. Already he had killed one of them, and stole their core. He had absorbed their power, though he knew his body wasn’t going to be able to handle all of it. Oh well, concerns for another time.

“I’ll offer you one chance. Cast your loyalty to the gods aside, and join me. They only see you as a weapon to be used, and I...I wish for no such thing. You are more than their tool. Allow me to offer you the freedom they never will.”

“Actually, I’m only giving you this cocktail on behalf of the two gentlemen over there.” Eliseo spoke as he pointed over to two rather good looking young men further down the bar. However, the compliment on the drink, he gladly took that one on his name. Usually he wouldn’t be behind the bar but with one of his staff members falling sick, he decided to jump in and be of help to his staff.

“So, a new face at my café. Guys like them, they are easily drawn to new and attractive girls like you. In town for a holiday, work or study? It must be one of the three, right?” Eliseo loved small talk with his customers. It allowed him to get to know them, bond with them and form a more personal relation.

         “Mother fucker!”

He even watched a couple Youtube videos. 

And he still ended up with whatever was in front of him. 

With a sight he leaned across the counter, not wanting to think about the clean up that needed to happen. The amount of dishes he used and caked burnt stuff. He just wasn’t that great of a cook. 

He really should stick to reading. 

“Looks like we need to order take out instead.” And he wasn’t ashamed to admit when he wasn’t good at something. But still he wanted Marcio to have a nice home cooked meal for once, instead of always cooking. 

“You’re not scared, are you?” Kwang-Sun spoke as he approached the small plane, it was mainly used for teaching and recreational flights. “Hop on in, I’ll show you how to do it and you can enjoy the view. If you pick up on some things, who knows, maybe you can fly yourself at some point.” His time with Desmond was mostly spend in the bedroom but today was different. He had taken the other to the airfield where his family had the flight school.

“I think there are like 4 of you right now.” Another slow blink, head tilted to the side as he rested his chin in his hands. His movements were slower too, languid as he attempted to keep himself awake. “Don’t we have some where to be?” He couldn’t remember but he was sure the other had something going on that he was supposed to be going with them for.