#opusperfectum

@opusperfectum​

Hirato woke abruptly, gasping for air as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. Panicked, he reached out next to him, relieved to find Akari was still there, sleeping softly at his side.

Mere moments ago he had watched helplessly as the doctor was viciously torn apart by varuga; slaughtered in the most horrific detail imaginable, his slick insides spilling out onto the ground with a sickening sound before he collapsed, the light leaving his ruby eyes forever. 

The nightmare had been so vivid, so real, that the mere recollection of it left the Captain feeling feverish and nauseous. 

Gently circling his arm around Akari’s waist, he pressed himself against his back, holding him in silence until his heart managed to stop trembling. Face buried in soft, pale hair, he breathed in deeply, taking in the comforting scent of his husband’s skin as he placed a chaste kiss against the nape of his neck.

“Hirato…,” Akari murmured in his sleep, stirring slightly.

Smiling upon hearing the sound of his dear doctor’s voice, the Captain imparted a reverent kiss behind his ear. “You are so very beautiful when you sleep.” He whispered, almost inaudibly, as his fingers lightly traced across the flat plane of Akari’s stomach.

“Mmmm…Hirato...,” Akari groaned, slowly cracking open a tired eye to look at the alarm clock on his bedside. “Why are you still awake at such a late hour?” He murmured, stifling a small yawn. “Please don’t tell me that Circus is calling you away on business at this time of night.”

“Nothing of the sort. I’m merely somewhat...restless at present.” Hirato replied, gently brushing his lips between the doctor’s graceful shoulder blades. “My apologies for waking you. Please go back to sleep. I promise that I’ll trouble you no further.”

Akari rolled over and eyed Hirato suspiciously. “I am no fool, Hirato. You haven’t been sleeping well as of late, and I can sense that your heart rate is elevated. It is quite clear that you’re hiding something from me. Now confess.”

“It’s nothing of import, dear Akari, I promise,”  Hirato replied softly, as he traced the tips of his fingers across his lover’s cheek. 

I just needed to prove to myself that you are still here...

Akari sat up in bed, casting a baleful eye in the Captain’s direction. “I know you, Hirato, and I will suffer no lies or secrets between us. If it has been deemed that your life is to be put in peril in yet another damnable suicide mission by the Executive Tower... ”

Hirato leaned in to capture Akari’s lips in a tender kiss. “I’ve received no such orders. I swear it. I just....needed this right now.” Placing his hands on the doctor’s chest, he gently coaxed him into laying back down. 

Positioning himself over Akari’s prone form, Hirato slowly trailed warm, open-mouth kisses down the beautiful curve of his husband’s throat, his dark hair falling against his eyes as he cherished the subtle scent of his skin.

“Hirato.” Akari scoffed, subtly rolling his eyes. “If you woke me up at 3AM to try and seduce me…”

“No, that’s not it.” Hirato breathed as he continued to kiss a trail down the other man’s trim torso, ungloved hands running up and down his sides as he softly dragged his lips across the doctor’s flawless skin.

“Then, precisely what are you doing?” Akari asked as he looked down at the Captain who continued to slowly worship his lean body, kissing and caressing him as if he may never have the opportunity to touch him again. 

Akari-chan threw me out of his office when I brought him the new data from Rinoll. He said that I should… wait, what was it? Yeah, that I should, “Go back to the First Ship and scrub the bathroom grout with a toothbrush if I had nothing better to do than annoy hardworking geniuses.”

100%Switch Switches like to... well, switch. Always taking a dominant or top position is not for them, neither is always taking a submissive or bottom position. Some prefer to switch with the same partner or partners, others have a dominant play partner and a submissive play partner, but in either case they do not fit on one end point of the spectrum. Switches typically match well with other switches.

98% Brat tamer Brat tamers are, in essence, dominants who enjoy handling bratty submissives. They find disobedience a form of playfulness from the side of the submissive, rather than a form of rudeness. They will take no offence to it, but will still teach the sub a well deserved lesson (because, of course, that is why the bratty sub shows such behavior in the first place).

98% Rigger Riggers like to tie up and restrain their partner(s), using rope and/or other attributes. Whether for sexual enhancement, for art or just for fun, they enjoy having their partners completely at their mercy. 96% Brat Brats are, in essence, naughty submissives. They find disobedience a form of playfulness rather than letting their dominant down, and require a compatible dominant who will not only teach them a lesson, but also accept that any number of lessons might still not necessarily change this behavior. 90% Primal (Hunter) Primals are mainly focused on their natural instincts and they enjoy letting their inner animal out during sex. The key part for primals play is that the participants show their raw, emotional sexual feelings during play. All of the labels, roles, and protocols go out the window, and the prey can become a snarling, growing, clawing animal hell-bent on getting away from its predator (you).

A high pitched humming, a droning sound, and Hirato’s eyes slowly open only to be assaulted by a burning white light that sears his vision.

Voices start to mingle in the relentless buzzing, growing louder and clearer. He tries to raise his head to follow their conversation, but his body refuses to comply. Every muscle is as heavy as lead, all of his limbs are lifeless and numb.

Akari’s face comes into his line of vision; his mouth covered with a surgical mask, dressed in a surgical gown. The doctor presses his brows together as he looks down on him, and he can distinctly hear the word bastard above the roaring white noise in his ears. He laughs, but coughs instead; a hot, metallic taste filling his mouth - blood.

Memories start to return in flashes. A devastating varuga attack on the City of Marakova. An emergency call to action with the enemy appearing in overwhelming force. An entire squad of unranked Circus fighters cut down and butchered before his eyes. The grass underneath his feet wet and slick with blood, gore, and the dismembered remains of his comrades. And then, he was the only S-ranked combatant still standing before he too found himself hopelessly outnumbered. 

He recalls the sickening heat of his own blood as it gushed out over his gloved hand as he pressed it against his abdomen, hoping that all of his internal organs still remained inside of his body. Laying on the blood-soaked ground, blank violet eyes gazed upward, contemplating the majesty of the endless night sky, as he patiently waited for death to come.