#this wrote itself

He stared down at the city before him. The people walking along the street looking more like ants from this high up. Yet even standing on the roof of a 20 floor building he could hear the honking of the cars below when the monkeys couldn't contain their rage over minor inconveniences on the road and punished one another by hurting everyone's ears.

Even this high up, there was no peace to be had because the noise of all those swarming creatures followed him around. So many of them plaguing the earth, their misery and wickedness unleashing on it monsters that so few could see and even less could fight. The sorcerers were so horrifically outnumbered that none of them stood a chance while all these pests survived.

He believed in getting at the root of the problem even if his fellow sorcerers didn't agree with him. He knew when he'd took this path that he would walk it alone but that didn't mean it was easy.

The door to the roof opened and he turned to look, expecting a group of adolescent monkeys sneaking up here to drink but instead saw a lone person. Arms huddled around themselves and walking towards the edge of the roof. He watched curiously to see if they would jump and wouldn't that be a sight? A monkey doing his job for him.

Instead he saw them sit carefully on the edge of the roof, gazing out blankly. He hadn't spent too much time with monkeys but that was certainly odd behaviour. He didn't realize they were crying until they lowered their face into their hands, shoulders shaking. A sound of pure anguish ripping from their chest that made his own tighten.

They raised their face from their hands, wiping their face roughly with their sleeves before huddling their legs up into their chest. He could see even at this distance the way they scrunched up their face in an effort not to cry but the misery seemed to crawl up from deep within them and force its way out in the form of a sob.

His feet were carrying him closer before he could even think about what he was doing. He stood a little behind them, a couple feet away and perhaps that's why they hadn't noticed him or maybe they were too lost in their grief to be aware of their surroundings.

He could see your face reflected in the glass panes of the roof's ceiling. The way it crumpled with grief, mouth opening into a silent scream as you rocked yourself back and forth. The tightening in his chest got worse now that he could hear your sobbing, put a face to the stranger who cried so wretchedly on the rooftop of the building he had ended up on.

His hands twitched at his sides uselessly, the urge to reach out to you swelling up within him. He'd never felt anything but indifference or disgust towards a non-sorcerer before and yet watching you cry he was filled with pity. He saw his loneliness reflected in the way you desperately huddled into yourself, arms wrapped around yourself in a poor mockery of a hug. His chest ached as he watched you cry.

The evening sky filled with pinks and oranges that he had orginally come up here to admire turning to pitch black illuminated only by a crescent moon before you unsteadily got to your feet. Sniffling and wiping your tear-stricken face with your sleeve before turning.

He watched as you froze when you caught sight of him. His heart skipping a beat as a pair of pretty, red-rimmed eyes flicked up to him. Widening in surprise before they lowered and your flushed cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink he had ever seen as you lowered your head in embarrassment at realizing you had been seen.

You ducked your head and walked quickly towards the door, turning to glance at him once more before you opened it. His breath catching as those eyes met his once more, this time not an accident but intentional, before you were gone and he was left staring after you.

He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the door which you'd disappeared behind but by the time he moved his legs were stiff and the sounds of the traffic below had quietened significantly. That night images of a pair of glossy, red-rimmed eyes followed him into his dreams.

The next evening he found himself back at that same rooftop, waiting to see if you would come. You didn't. Not for the next seven nights and by then he was beginning to lose sleep. Images of those eyes shining with tears haunting his every waking moment and keeping him from getting the little sleep he could usually manage.

He had even let a monkey escape him unscathed because they faintly resembled you and it had paused his hand. You were starting to effect his work but he couldn't bring himself to hate you. No, he just wanted to see you again to figure out what it was about you that had transfixed him so.

After a week of waiting for you on the rooftop, he switched strategies. Lurking in the lobby of the building from dawn so he wouldn't miss you and he was rewarded by the sight of your face a mere couple hours of waiting later. Your expression was blank but there were dark circles under those eyes of yours that matched his own. A certain hollow look to them and the faint swelling giving away that you had cried again and recently.

He didn't know what was wrong but he had an inexplicable urge to figure it out. He followed behind at a slight distance, memorizing your walk and the hunch to your shoulders as he did. You kept your head down, apologizing to someone as they nearly bumped into you and he felt his chest tighten at the sound of your voice. Quiet but ringing out crystal clear, and so sweet he wished desperately to hear it again.

Yet he couldn't follow you into your work to do so, had to stay outside, watching through the windows as you worked the day away. Eating so little of your lunch as though you had no appetite. Then he saw the reason, or perhaps just one of the many reasons why.

A man passed you, your shoulders hunching further as he walked a bit too close to your desk. His sleeve brushing the edge of your chair making Geto's brows furrow. After a couple minutes he was back, walking the other way this time but he saw the way he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. A smirk tugging at his mouth at the way you so clearly cowered away from him. He passed you a couple more times as the day went on, a shark circling their prey.

The office began to empty when he made his move. This time actually stopping at your desk and standing in such a way so that the others still working on the other side of the office wouldn't see him rest his hand on your shoulder. Thumb rubbing back and forth as he stooped down to say something to you. A little too close to be professional.

Geto's teeth clenched as he watched you freeze up. Eyes darting towards the other employees, all too busy trying to quickly wrap up what they were doing so they too could leave for the day to notice what was going on.

That evening Geto didn't follow you back to your apartment. Instead he stalked after the man who had dared to touch you. Following him to his cozy little townhouse in the better part of town where even a little place like this cost more than most monkeys would make in all their lifetime.

He waited till the lights of the neighbours went out before knocking on the door. His head lowered so the man couldn't see him through the little camera installed in the doorbell.

Speaking his first word in weeks when answering the man's question of why he was here to say he had brought a delivery. The door was open within moments and before the man could comment on Geto's empty hands, Geto had pushed him inside and shut the door after the both of them.

He enjoyed the feeling of the man's face caving beneath his fists, the blood that coated his knuckles but most of all, he enjoyed breaking each and every finger on the hand this despicable creature had dared put on you. Snapping that wrist and hearing the man scream into the makeshift towel gag Geto had stuffed into the man's mouth.

Just for good measure, he did the same to the other hand. Ensuring the man stayed lucid through it all before he lost himself to the rage that had been festering within him since he saw you cowering from this pig. The man was dead when the haze of rage lifted and Geto felt a lot better. He hoped you would too when you got the news.

It took two days before anyone seemed to notice the bastard was missing. Three before he watched you file into a meeting room with all your coworkers through a window and you sit there completely unmoving while one of the directors broke the news that the boss' son was dead.

That day, you went back up to the rooftop but you didn't cry. Geto watched from a distance as you simply sat there, gazing up at the night sky. He didn't dare approach you, afraid you would run off again.

Watching you brought him a strange sense of peace. Quietened all his thoughts and all the buzzing of the world around him. There was a serenity to the silence on the rooftop that he wished he could dwell in forever.

The next day you stopped by a coffee shop on your way to work. Ordering a drink and a pastry. Geto was a couple people in line behind you but he could pick out the sound of that sweet voice of yours over all the puttering about of the monkeys. Through the teenager that was scrolling some nonsensical social media app at full volume, the couple arguing in stage whispers, the man on the phone loudly talking about stock prices and the baby wailing.

When he got to the barista he ordered the same thing as you. Rushing out the moment he got his order so he wouldn't fall too behind you on your way to work. Seeing you drink your coffee and nibble on the sweet treat you'd gotten as though a weight had lifted from your shoulders was more of a reward than he needed for what he'd done.

He drank the drink you ordered, not his usual but knowing you were sipping on the same thing on the other side of that window he watched you through made it taste even better than what he would have gotten. At your lunch hour the office emptied and he slipped inside through the back entrance to grab the cup that sat at the edge of your desk, forgotten.

He needed a physical reminder of you to keep with him at night when he couldn't see you and you began to seem like a figment of his imagination. Unable to help himself and trailing his fingers gently across the keyboard he saw you type away at. Also stealing the sticky note at the top of the pad that had something you'd scribbled down on it so he could study your writing. Tucking it into his pocket and slipping out through the back door with the discarded cup of yours clutched like a trophy to his chest.

Once he started collecting little mementos of you it became hard to stop. Soon the empty apartment he had been staying in was cluttered with little reminders of you. Hair ties, disposable cups, sticky notes. A scarf that when he'd found had finally allowed him to learn what you smelled like but his frequent handling of it had faded away your scent. He treasured it anyway.

It became apparent that though your work life became easier with that lecher gone, that pig hadn't been the only reason you had been up on that roof. There were many mornings Geto would see you step out of your apartment with your pretty eyes swollen from crying. The bruises from lack of sleep beneath your eyes a permanent fixture.

Anyone he saw upset you suffered a similar fate to that pig, but few gave him as much satisfaction to kill. Progress on his mission slowed but it didn't matter because he was slowly but effectively getting rid of all the reasons his angel had to cry.

He didn't know when he'd come to think of you that way but it felt right. You were an angel amongst sinners. A higher being stuck in a horde of monkeys and maybe that was why no matter how many of those monkeys that dared bother you he got rid of, you remained sad.

His mission gained a new purpose. He was ridding this world of all that filth so that you could be happy. You weren't with the way the world currently was and so he would change it.

He had found you so utterly captivating in your despair but the sight of you smiling had nearly brought him to his knees. He had been following you on your way home when he'd seen you veer off course. Heading into a dark alley and he had quickened his pace to catch up to you. Turning the corner and having to quickly duck behind a tall electrical post to keep from being seen by you.

He peered out from behind it once he was sure you had probably turned away again only to see you stooped over two little kittens. Both meowing at you and resting their little paws on your legs in an attempt to climb you.

As you watched them, a smile bloomed on your face. Not like one of the polite ones you'd offer customer service workers while buying something or the fake one you returned to your neighbours and coworkers. Something genuine that lit up your face and made your eyes shine so brightly it took Geto's breath away.

Geto almost didn't duck behind the electric post in time as you suddenly got to your feet, luckily stopping to say something to both the kittens who meowed in protest before hurrying out of the alleyway. You ran to a nearby convenience store. As always, unaware of your shadow as you bought wet cat food, some milk and two little bowls. Asking the owner to give you a box if he had any and then taking all of that and running back to the alleyway.

He watched you shrug off your coat, stripping off your sweater leaving him completely shell shocked as he saw more of your skin than he ever had before you were slipping your coat back on to cover it up. Laying the sweater within the box and setting it next to the kittens who were thankfully still there. Opening the bottle of milk and can of cat food and putting some of each into the bowls you had bought before putting it out for the kittens who dove in gratefully.

Geto's heart clenched as you watched the kittens with a smile, sitting on your hunches. Petting the little cats with two fingertips on their tiny heads and laughing as they tried to nip at your fingers. It was the first time he had heard you laugh and it was like seeing the sun after spending a lifetime in darkness.

The kittens became part of both of your routines. You stopped by before work and afterwards to see them and feed them. He took out as much time as he could to watch you during the day, making progress on his mission mostly at night when you were safely locked away in your apartment.

You spent money he knew you didn't have a surplus of on the cats. That was just the kind of person you were, selfless and kind. Usually they would be there in the alleyway, most likely turning up for the promise of food since he doubted cats were capable of becoming as hopelessly addicted to you as he was.

On a stormy day he watched you glance out the window worriedly throughout your work day. Geto knew you'd be distraught if anything happened to those kittens and as he had personally taken down all the missing cat flyers with their little faces printed on them he had seen in the area, he knew there wasn't a mother looking after them.

Geto earned a scratch to his hand and one to his jaw as he brought the little rascals to his apartment. Shivering and soaked to the bone as they had been, they'd still had the good sense to be wary of him and put up quite the fight.

He returned to your office in time to see you leave an hour earlier than usual, running through the streets. Uncaring as your hood flew back and you were exposed to the cold rain. Seeming distraught when you got to the alleyway and couldn't find either of the kittens. Calling out the ridiculous names you'd given them and scouring the nearby streets in the hopes of finding them.

Geto abandoned you only momentarily to hurry to the alley and scrawl a quick note and place it within the little shelter you'd recently bought for the kittens.

You returned shortly, calling out for them again and to his relief, glancing inside the shelter and seeing the note. They were his first words to you, reassuring you that he had taken them home for the duration of the storm.

You clutched the note to your chest like it was a lifeline and only then did Geto see that at some point during your search, you had begun to cry. He wanted to kick himself for not having thought of leaving the note in the first place.

You took a pen and notepad from your bag and quickly wrote out a note in return. Geto waited till you were gone before collecting it. He hadn't ever expected nor needed you to thank him for the things he did for you but that note, your first words to him became his most prized possession.

The next day he brought the cats back to the alleyway. You seemed so happy to see them. Apologizing for not being able to give them a home yourself since your building had a strict no pets policy but telling them you wished that the person who had taken them in through the storm had kept them. Geto couldn't not fulfil your wish and so the two little cats and him became unlikely and very unwilling roommates.

He wrote you another note and his heart clenched a little at the sad smile on your face when you found it. He wondered if he had done the wrong thing since you seemed to love the cats so much. Wouldn't it hurt to not be able to see the object of your affections?

The next day he watched you leave a note with two little cat toys. A sincere thank you for taking the kittens in and a request to give the toys to the cats.

His heart skipped a beat as the thought occurred to him then. He could leave a note asking if you wanted to see the cats. He wasn't delusional enough to think he could get you to fall for him but the thought of having those eyes on him and hearing you speak to him face to face was more than enough to send his heart racing and his thoughts into a frenzy.

It was too bad you wouldn't see that note. Before you got the chance to return to that alleyway and find the note, the incident happened that changed both your lives.

He hadn't known the office he was planning his next attack on was a subsidiary of yours or that you would be there that day. If he had just given in to the urge to see you that morning and followed you to work as usual then you both wouldn't be in this predicament.

Him covered in the blood of too many people to count, crouched over one of the ones responsible for conjuring a curse and when he glanced up, there you were. Watching him with eyes filled with fear.

He had wished many times that you would look at him, but not like this. Not like he was something to be afraid of. You had nothing to fear of him, he would never hurt you. Would go to the ends of the earth to protect you, yet still you ran.

He bashed the man's head against the ground with a deafening blow and took off after you. You couldn't be allowed to escape, not after what you had seen but that wasn't what was at the forefront of his mind as he chased after you. At the time, all he could think of was how wrong it was for you to be running from him. To view him as a monster and leave him behind.

He caught you before you made it out of the building. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into his chest. Tainting your purity with all that filthy blood. Trying to be as careful as he could to avoid hurting you while you struggled against his grip.

He tried pleading with you but you were beyond reason. Absolutely feral with fear and in your panic, he was afraid you would hurt yourself. You left him no choice but to find that pressure point at the base of your neck that was the most painless way to render you unconscious.

You went pliant in his hold, slumping against him and for a moment he simply hugged you to him. His heart pounding away in his chest. This was never supposed to happen, you weren't supposed to see this side of him.

He didn't think what he was doing was wrong but the path he'd chosen was one fraught with violence and death. Darkness that should be kept away from someone as pure and untainted as you.

Having you near him calmed him enough to be able to figure out a plan. His usual method of dealing with witnesses was entirely out of question. He also couldn't let you go, you had seen too much.

Though it would be easiest, he couldn't bring you to his apartment. You were already afraid of him, seeing all your things there would frighten you even more. Not to mention it wasn't really furnished and seeing as the owner thought it was an empty, unrented room, the heating didn't work well either.

There was one place he knew that was both well furnished and with all working amenities. He lifted your unconscious form into his arms, gazing down at your lovely, relaxed face looking as though you were merely resting in his arms. As much as he wished it to be, that was far from the reality.

He had just enough time to do a quick grocery run, buy other necessities and get rid of any signs that would help you peace together this was the house of that lecher who had bothered you at work before you woke. His father, unreasonably wealthy and with more than enough money to be able to do so, hadn't had the heart to sell his son's home. In such short notice, this was the only place Geto could think of to bring you.

It couldn't have been long since he had laid you on the guest bed and fastened that cuff to your ankle, before you began to stir. Eyes opening slowly and your brows furrowing as you looked around at the unfamiliar setting before your eyes landed on him and you quickly scrambled up into a seated position. Eyes drifting down to the cuff on your ankle and your breath hitching in fear.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." Geto promised, hands outstretched before him but you didn't seem to believe him. Not that he could blame you after what you'd seen of him.

In the coming days he made that promise many more times. You seemed to cower at the very sight of him, huddling in on yourself. At first you had even refused to eat or drink anything. Confused when he begged you, bringing you a full case of water bottles and placing it down next to the bed so you could see he hadn't tempered with it.

The water seemed to at least convince you that he wasn't trying to poison you and you eventually began to eat the meals he brought for you as well. He hadn't even realized that he himself had forgotten to eat while you weren't until his vision blurred as he brought the dirtied dishes down to the kitchen.

A couple days in he had returned to see your ankle badly bruised and bleeding, your fingers also cut. A pool of red blooming on the stark white sheets beneath your ankle.

He'd never been a squeamish person but the sight of your injuries turned his stomach. You had clearly been trying to get the cuff off, uncaring as it bit into your delicate fingers and ignoring the pain as the metal dug into the skin of your ankle.

He hadn't touched you, not once since he'd carried you into the house but he couldn't help himself as he dropped to his knees next to the bed and reached out a hand shakily to your ankle. Only for you to pull it out of his reach leaving him to trail his fingers over the blood that had seeped into the sheets.

Your attempts recent enough that his fingertips came away damp with your blood. He rose to his feet unsteadily to find a first aid kit. Raising those fingers to his lips the moment he was out of the room and taking them into his mouth. Licking your sweet blood off his fingertips, wanting to keep that little part of you forever.

The way you dwelled within his heart, mind and soul, now you were also a part of his physical form and he believed your blood would absolve him of all his sins and wrongdoing.

Maybe that was why when he returned with the first aid kid you allowed him to dress your ankle and then your fingers. Getting to hold your delicate hand in his as he worked on it and feeling your eyes on him but resisting the urge to look up. Knowing you would look away as soon as he did and wanting to bathe in your gaze a little longer. It felt so incredibly warm.

"Please don't." He begged, once he had dressed your wounds. He didn't know which one he meant more. Please don't hurt yourself or please don't try to get away from me. He couldn't stand the thought of either.

That day, he brought you the cats. You were so surprised to see them, he saw you glance up at him as the little tykes ran straight to you. Somehow still more loyal to you than him but he couldn't blame them for choosing you over himself when he would make the same choice.

You seemed a little less miserable with the cats here. He wouldn't hear you crying in the night as often anymore though you still begged to be freed.

Seeing your tears and hearing your pleas to be released and not giving in to them was the hardest thing he had done. In response he brought you all the material comforts he could. Books and other little hobbies to keep you occupied and entertained. Setting up the television in your room. Yet, still he would often find you gazing longingly out the window.

"Will you eat with me?" You asked one day when he brought you your dinner, making him nearly drop the tray of food he had been holding.

He scrambled to quickly throw something together for himself, before rushing back up to your room where you sat waiting, your tray of food untouched. He took the chair by your bed, not even tasting what he was eating. Unable to help himself but steal glances as you picked at your food, giving little scraps to the cats so used to having a share of your food the spoilt brats felt entitled to it.

You asked him twice more to join you as you ate before he himself started bringing up two trays, one for you and one for himself when he brought you your meals. You both didn't talk much besides him asking if you or the cats needed anything but he looked forward to every moment he got to spend in your presence.

He couldn't have asked for more, nor had he expected it but of course an angel like you could do nothing but give. A planned attack had gone awry, more monkeys than he had initially accounted for and some had even managed to get the jump on him. Injuring him but more importantly, making him late to bring you dinner.

He had stumbled into the house when evening had given way to night, a bag of takeout clutched in his hand. Dazed from the head injury and belligerent with worry since you had really only taken a couple bites of your breakfast. Throwing open the door to your room without knocking as he always made sure to do in his haste to get to you and ensure you were still there and well only to see you pacing the room.

Your eyes widened as you took in the state of him before you were approaching him, delicate hands resting on his shoulders as you guided him down into a chair. Rushing to get the first aid box he kept stored in your bathroom so you'd always have access to it and bringing it out.

Each and every injury he'd gotten was worth it to see you worrying over him. An angel, fretting over a monster. It was completely unbelievable and he knew he was undeserving but how it made his heart swell to see you feeling anything for him.

You cleaned the blood and debris out of the gash on his temple. He hadn't even realized how much he'd bled until you'd created a pile of blood socked cotton balls near his feet before you warned him that you had to disinfect the wound.

Wincing as you dabbed at his forehead with alcohol soaked cotton as though it were your own injury. Geto had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at how endearing he found that. Then you were blowing on the injury lightly to help with the sting and he couldn't help the tightening in his core at the sensation.

Your eyes flickered down from the injury to look into his and widened slightly at the want you saw so clearly displayed in the depths of those dark eyes. He'd always been so careful to keep from making it too obvious to avoid scaring you any further but he couldn't help himself.

Not when you were so close he could see the flecks of of gold in your eyes and count each of the lashes that nearly brushed your cheek each time you blinked. To see that pretty pink blush that bloomed on your cheeks in response to seeing his want for you. Surrounded by your scent, so close he could feel the warmth emanating off your body.

You swallowed down nervously and he watched the movement through the delicate skin of your throat, his mouth watering for a taste before his gaze drifted up to your parted lips and he tried to swallow down the desire that welled within him.

He didn't know if it was how lonely you were trapped here or maybe his desire was contagious but you took a step closer, eliminating the little room between you both so you now stood between his legs. Your pretty eyes flickering up to meet his gaze before drifting down to his lips and then you were leaning in.

Your lips met his and he froze. Your kiss, feather-light and tentative, barely giving him time to respond before you were pulling back. Gazing at him with uncertainty and he couldn't help himself, all restraint snapping as you looked at him in that moment.

He dove forward, catching your mouth with his own. Kissing you feverishly and with all the desperation and longing that had been building up within him since that night he had first seen you up on the rooftop. As unattainable and tragically, lonesomely beautiful as the moon that hung in the night sky above you.

His large warm hands coming to rest on your hips, startling you slightly and you gasped into his mouth as the warmth of those hands seemed to burn into your skin like a brand but he swallowed down the sound greedily. Kissing you like he never wanted to stop until you were both faint from breathlessness. Licking over your lips desperately and into your mouth once you parted them for him as though trying to memorize the taste of you.

You broke away from the kiss when your lungs began to burn with the need to draw breath. He watched you, panting for air himself but the hunger in those eyes seeming to glow even brighter now that he'd had a taste.

You didn't know why you had done it, what had come over you to make you want to kiss the man holding you captive. You placed your hand tentatively on his jaw, watching as he leaned into your touch, his dark gaze pleading for more.

Deep down, you had always felt a little like a monster. Like something disconnected and unbelonging to the world so perhaps it was the reflection of yourself that you saw in him that made you reach out to him. That insanity he unleashed on the world and wore so proudly akin to something you had always felt festering beneath the surface.

Maybe that was why you felt drawn to him, unable to resist closing the distance between you two. Pressing in close and allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face into your chest like you were his salvation. After a moment drawing you into his lap and holding you so tightly it felt like you were being fused into one being.

He didn't know how long he held you that way, you had fallen asleep in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder. His angel, the only good thing in the whole godforsaken world and somehow he had gotten to steal you away for himself.

When you woke he reluctantly had to let you go. You looked embarrassed, refusing to meet his eye but insisted that you had to dress his wound. He let you apply ointment and gauze to the wound that had stopped bleeding at some point during the night.

Only realizing then that you hadn't even touched the dinner he'd brought you. Immediately getting to his feet to fix you breakfast, not listening to your protests that he should rest. The both of you freezing when you offered to make breakfast yourself. He watched as you glanced down at the cuff on your ankle as though just remembering it were there. The chain only long enough to allow you to pace the length of the room and go to the bathroom but not outside of it.

You maintained your distance when he returned with your breakfast and he knew it was because of that cuff. He couldn't remove it though, he wasn't deluded enough to believe that you wouldn't try to run. Why wouldn't you?

You may not have tried to touch him again but you did seem to have become comfortable enough around him to speak to him. He knew the day would come when you would work up the nerve to ask him about what he did when he wasn't in the house with you. And he found himself explaining to you all about the world of curses and sorcerers when you did.

You didn't believe him, not at first. He wasn't willing to bring a curse anywhere near you but the more you two discussed it, the more inclined you became to believing in this world you had been entirely ignorant to. He didn't tell you about his mission, not yet. Not when you had just began to open up to him. He wouldn't survive you withdrawing from him again.

It was a couple days later that you proved to him that you didn't need that cuff around your ankle anymore. He was gone for the day as usual, leaving you the company of your two kittens that were your only measure of how much time had passed. They would still be considered kittens but they were close to adolescence now.

You heard the door unlock and thought Geto had returned early. The cats hissing and meowing as you waved around a little feather headed toy for them to try and catch. It must have been that noise that alerted the intruder to your being up here. You heard a strangely familiar voice call out if anyone were here and froze.

The door opened and there stood your boss, looking as surprised to see you as you were to see him. Glancing from you to the cuff around your ankle and swearing loudly.

He started yelling and you didn't even know how to begin to explain how you had ended up in his dead son's house so you didn't. When he turned to go back down to grab his phone to call the cops, you didn't know what came over you that made you grab the lamp from your bed side and bring it down on his head. The older man went down immediately.

Geto's heart dropped when he saw the front door ajar upon returning to the house. Thinking you had somehow gotten out. He raced up the stairs only to find your ex-boss sprawled out in your doorway, bleeding from a head injury that could only be explained by the lamp on the floor next to him.

He stepped over the man to find you sitting with your back pressed up against the wall. Legs huddled into your chest, glancing up at him as he came towards you, looking confused and lost. He ignored the yowling of the cats protests as he dropped to his knees beside you and gathered you into his arms. Clutching you close to his chest and rocking you both back and forth. Pressing kisses to your hair and smoothing it down with a trembling hand. Weak with relief at finding you were still here.

Only breaking away from you when the older man laying on the floor let out a low groan of pain as he began to come to. You glanced towards the man with frightened eyes before glancing at Geto and he knew that you weren't afraid of the older man but for him. Of what Geto might do to him.

"Please don't hurt him." You begged, latching onto his forearms as Geto went to stand.

"Don't worry." Geto said, not wanting to outright lie to you but this man couldn't be left alive. He had seen you and the last thing Geto needed was the police coming looking for you.

"Suguru, please." You said and he couldn't bring himself not to listen to you when you said his name like that.

Geto gently slipped his arms from your grip, grabbing one of your hands and pressing a kiss to your palm in promise.

"I won't kill him." He said, helping you up to your feet and glancing you over to ensure you had no injuries before going towards the man who was beginning to stir.

He heaved the older man over his shoulder, giving him that much grace since he was still within your line of sight. It was still daylight out so he couldn't very well just carry out a bleeding mostly unconscious man into his car. He covered him up by putting a garbage bag over his upper body and another over his lower before tying him up tightly so even if he came to he wouldn't be able to do much damage.

Geto went through the man's phone after using his face to unlock it to find his address. He put the man in the trunk of his own car, hitting his head once more to ensure he wouldn't wake now that they were out of your hearing range. The man's car had a garage remote and he drove the vehicle straight into the garage so the neighbours wouldn't see Geto.

Once they got inside, he crushed a couple sleeping pills into a generous pour of a fancy liquor he found and forced it down the man's throat. Dropping him unceremoniously next to the bed so the man would wake dazed and confused and hopefully assume that what he saw in his late son's home had all been a bad dream.

He hurried back to the townhouse, hailing a cab a couple streets down. When he was back, the first thing he did was head straight to you. You were still sitting right where he'd left you but much to his dismay, your lovely face was now flushed and cheeks covered in silvery tear tracks.

You glanced up at him with glassy eyes, sniffling lightly and it was all he could do to not gather you into his arms again but you both didn't have the time for that since he had done the risky thing and let the man live. Geto dropped to his knees beside you, fishing out the key he kept in a chain around his neck. Unlocking that cuff around your ankle and though you had proven yourself to him by not taking the best shot you had at escaping him, it still sent a pang of anxiety through him to take off the thing that physically bound you to him.

"We have to go." He said, getting up to his feet and holding his hand out to you. Breath filling his lungs again only when you placed your hand into his.

He had always known you couldn't stay here forever and had been arranging another place for you. One where you wouldn't have to wear that cuff around your ankle. He drove you over there with the two cats sat in your lap. Seeing the way even in your shock you couldn't help but turn your face up at the sky to the sun that shone down on you and feeling a pang of guilt for keeping that from you for so long.

He left you and the cats at the house and returned to clean up. Most of his time being spent cleaning up all the cat hair and then ensuring there was no traces of his own blood nor the old man's to corroborate his story should he not simply believe the events of the day were a dream.

When he was sure he had done all he could to get rid of all the traces of you both and the cats having been there, he left it as close to the way he'd found it. Returning to you in your new home.

You sat on the couch with both cats in your lap, purring as though they sensed your distress and were trying to calm you down. He'd been resisting the urge to hold you but couldn't now that you were out of immediate danger of being found. He crossed the short distance between you both, lifting the cats out of your lap and pulling you up into his arms.

You had the chance to run and you didn't. His angel hadn't tried to leave him. You seemed to have come to the same realization if the way you cried in his arms was any indication. Similar to the way you cried that first time he'd seen you on the rooftop. As though the grief that welled up within you simply couldn't be contained.

Trapped in a situation you didn't know how to get out of but this time the way out had been in front of you and you hadn't taken it. Now you were stuck in this home far out of the city with a homicidal maniac who looked at you like you were his last hope for salvation.

your boyfriend stares at you in confusion, cheeks rosy, lips red, and hair more wild than normal from smothering your face with his just a minute prior to your sudden question or rather, your strained statement.

“ugh,” you reply, hands flying up to your face to shield you from further embarrassment, “i knew i shouldn’t have said anything.”

hitoshi adjusts himself, sitting up a bit further on the couch and you jostle slightly in his lap as the result of his actions.

“no, no baby, i didn’t mean it like that,” he rebuts, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands from your face. he’s too met with rosy wet lips and flushed cheeks as well as a mild pout. he tries to make eye contact with you, but you focus on things around your apartment instead. hmm, the trash looks full. maybe you should take it out later, and oh! the dishes need to be washed as well. oh, look what’s on tv! you’ve been meaning to get around to watchin-

“baby,” histoshi breaks you from your wandering thoughts and brings both of your hands to his lips to kiss them, “it’s okay,” he says in between kisses, “i was just wondering why is all.”

your eyes snap back to his briefly, then back to fluttering around the apartment, trying to stall and think of an answer that would logically make the most sense.

“well i,” you say, biting your lip between words, “i like seeing you feel good. and you feel good when doing that, right?”

hitoshi hums, kissing about both of your hands, up and down both palms, across each finger, down to your wrists.

“the thought of watching me jerk off turns you on that much? seriously?” he asks, a teasing smirk spreading across his face and you drop your head to the crook of his neck, where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

“you are not making me feel better,” you groan, “i thought we were supposed to be open with each other about these things”

“we are and im glad you told me,” he says, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around your back. “it’s just my job to tease you as your boyfriend.”

you sit up and gift him with a smack across his chest which elicits a chuckle from him. he closes the space between you two and locks his lips with yours, you sighing into the kiss and bringing your hands up to run your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck.

the two of you kiss for a while, slowly grinding and whining in response to your growing need for each other. he was so hot and he made you hot and you could never be able to get enough of him.

hitoshi is the one to pull away softly, a soft smack sounding throughout the living room, a thick string of saliva connecting the two of you, “fuck, okay, okay. you wanna see me feel good, yeah?” he asks, eyes heavy and out of breath. “yeah,” you reply, nodding and biting your lip.

“okay,” he says again, giving you a quick peck on your lips before straightening his posture against the back of the couch once more. you move to lift off his lap, intending to take a seat on the soft rug atop the hard cherry wood floor of your living room, but histoshi grabs the meat of your sides before you can fully unmount him.

“i want you to stay here,” hitoshi says, positioning you against his hard length.

you drop your forehead to meet against his, sticky with sweat.

“okay,” you whisper, breath fanning across his face. he hums, agreeing with nothing in particular that you said, simply enjoying the presence of your voice.

he removes a hand from your waist, struggling to shimmy both his joggers and boxers down his legs devoid of his other arm, it having a mind of its own, working itself underneath his (yours) sweater.

you lift up a bit onto your knees to make the process a little easier for him, his head resting between the valley of your breasts. he takes his time working his bottoms down his legs, his other arm caressing the canvas of ur back underneath your (his) oversized sweater. u card ur fingers through his hair as he takes his time partially undressing.

normally, you’d be much more impatient and needy with him, but there was something different about this exchange between you two. this had been sitting heavy on your mind for a while. i mean you always loved jerking him off before giving him the suck of his life, but this was different. he’d never done it in front of you, there was never a need to. he was always hard and ready whenever the time called for it.

you knew he’d done it to the thought of you. he’d told you in passing once, before one of your shared classes.

“i don’t need porn anymore, i have you,” he’d stated blankly, like there was nothing wrong with what he said (there wasn’t, he was just more open than you sometimes).

“oh, okay,” you reply, not sure how to respond.

you were flattered to hear as much, but what really got you hot and bothered was the thought of him doing it. shirt clenched between his teeth, rapidly working his hand up and down his thick cock, needy for release. and ever since you’d been meaning to getting around to asking him to let you see it.

thank god he loves you so much. the bastard actually got turned of by the thought of you watching him as well. what a cawinky dink.

his joggers and underwear finally pool around his ankles and you slowly lower yourself back onto his lap, spreading your legs a little wider. he stares at you, eyes dripping with hunger as he undresses you with just a look.

you pull a little on his hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a soft whimper from him. his dick, fully erect and raging red at the tip, jumps from the sensation as well, smearing pre cum against his bare stomach.

its weird to see him like this. you’d normally do things like this in the dark and enclosed in your shared bedroom but this was different; orange and pink light spilled from the sheer curtain-covered balcony windows in the living room, lighting everything up properly. there was no room for him to be shy (not that he would be any way).

his happy trail caught the light perfectly, leading down to his crotch, his pubic hair trimmed but not completely shaven. his dick spills more precum, sparkling in the light.

you drop your head back into the crook of hitoshis shoulder, unable to fight the embarrassment from ogling his dick so intensely. 

“you asked me to do this and you’re more embarrassed than me?” he laughs, pulling you up to meet his gaze once more.

“it's not every day im having a staring contest with ur dick hitoshi,” you reply, eyeing him with slight annoyance, “it's just… out… looking at me… all intense like and shit.”

he shakes his head, huffs out a breathless laugh and smiles before pulling you into a quick chaste kiss. when you separate, he brings his left hand up to your face, “spit,” he commands, a tone of bass in his voice, and you comply, building up a nice amount in your mouth before letting it slowly pool into his hand.

“good girl,” he praises, caressing your cheek with his free hand before bringing his other down to his dick.

you're the first to break eye contact, following his hand go to smear your spit over his already wet dick.  

the noise it makes is absurd and you can’t help but moan at his action, squeezing his hips with your knees in hopes of calming down your pussy. you can feel yourself growing hotter by the minute, pussy growing wetter by the second.

“did that make you feel good?” your boyfriend murmurs. that teasing bitch.

nonetheless, you nod, mouth slightly agape, your eyes not meeting his eyesight, but rather staring at his hand fist at his dick, a disgusting slick slick slick rhythm sounding about the living room.

in a way, it was beautiful, the way he fucked his glistening dick with his hand in the golden time of the day. every other stroke, he’d grip his dick firmly, foreskin slowly rolling over his tip, precum mixed with ur spit settling in the small concave space at the tip, making u cream more and more in your bottoms.

this fucker really knew how to please you. what a sweetheart.

“oh fuck,” he wheezes, free hand flying up to grip his hair. he’d found a nice rhythm, speeding up and slowing down, sometimes taking a break from working his shaft to rub his tip with one finger, staying right on the edge.

at this point, you’re squirming all about his lap, unable to contain your need for him. when he moans, you moan. when he gasps, you gasp. when he stops, you try to stop grinding on him, but you have a little less self-control than he does.

he starts and stops again, dick red from all the agitation. you whine from the lost contact, eager to see him continue fucking himself.

“can you do something for me?” he asks, bringing his face up to yours, rubbing his nose lightly across your cheek.

“anything you want,” you whisper against his lips, eyes heavy and breathing hard. you hope he can’t smell the onions from your late lunch. that’d be embarrassing.

“give me your hand,” he says, reaching out for your right hand. he grabs it and his hand feels kinda gross against yours, cold and wet from the lost contact of his dick. 

instead of watching him guide your hand to his dick, this time your eyes stay glued to his, a new sudden confidence flowing through your body.

sometimes, he’d made you feel small with this type of look, eyes unwavering, never shifting from your form. he’d always made you feel shy, his presence suffocating in a way.

but other times, its made you feel so loved the look of want smothering you up to your chin. what does one crave if not wanting to be wanted?

he closes your fist around his dick, your hand encompassed in his larger one, guiding you on how to pleasure him.

“go slow, ill lead,” he says and you nod, still staring at him.

he squeezes his fist around yours, tightening your grip around his length before slowly bringing it down to the bottom of his shaft, his tufts of purple pubic hair tickling your hand before pulling your hands back up to the tip. his foreskin moves with the motion, stretching and tightening around his dick.

your mouth waters at the image displayed of what the sight could look like, but you’d be damned if you lost the game against your boyfriend so you hold his gaze despite your want to watch you pleasure him.

he builds up a rhythm again, this time a deeper slurk slurk slurk sounding about the space. your mouth waters more as he whimpers, louder and more frequent the more you jerk him off. his eyelids sit heavy but still on you, meeting your level of competitiveness. 

he pants, almost like a dog, voice reverberating off the walls and breathing pattern matching the rhythm of your shared strokes on his cock.

awe shit, awe fuck. you want to put him in your mouth and swallow his load, you want him to fuck you softly into the couch, you want to feel him everywhere. you wanted him to give you his babies. raise a family. grow old with him. love him. awe fuck, awe shit.

“does that feel good baby?” you mew, panting in desire. he nods rapidly, eyebrows drawn to a point, mind too clouded with lust to muster up a verbal answer.

you tighten your pointer finger and thumb just slightly as he brings your hands back up to the tip. he jerks forward slightly, but keeps your gaze, groans falling from his mouth. you take you free hand and cup it under his balls, pulling up against them slightly, adding just that much more pressure.

that seems to be what sets him off. 

hitoshis eyes squeeze shut and his jaw slacks agape as he moans out “oh fuck, oh baby, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, im gonna cum. thank you, thank you-“

he keeps the pace going before his stomach hollows and his thighs tense, slowly jerking his foreskin around his tip with your hand, and letting his head fall back against the couch.

he spurts hot cum from his angry red dick, it splatting across his chest and stomach, across your (his) sweater, and onto your thighs. he still works your hand and his up and down his softening dick, cum oozing down your hands and across your fingers, a squelch squelch squelch gracing your ears.

soon he brings your joined hands to a stop, and sighs, head lolling to the side on the back of the brown couch, eyes still closed, a small smile on his face.

he lets go of your hand, his dick, now shrunken and soft, flopping on his messy stomach. you move to wipe his spend mixed with your spit on your (HIS!!) already soiled sweater but he brings his own hand up to his mouth before licking it, bottom of his palm up the side to the tip of his finger. he pries his eyes open, immediately finding yours before removing his finger from his mouth with a pop.

“tastes good. wanna taste?” he asks and like always, you nod.

he slowly rises from the back of the couch, grabbing your face with his hands, pulling you into a deep, sweet kiss. it was an odd taste, almost like the sour cream water before you mix it up, but if it was from hitoshi, then you’d always ask for more.

you separate with a smack and you smile. he smiles back.

“you like it?” he asks, and you nod.

“toshi’ juice tastes good.”

“good. don’t ever say that stupid shit again.”

you laugh and he sticks his forehead to yours, both slick and sweat.

“where did you learn how to do that?” he questions softly. you giggle, shrugging and pulling him into another kiss, his lips soft and fitting like a puzzle piece against yours, “i told you, i’ve had a lotta time to think about it.”

“i cant wait to marry you,” he whispers, eyes crossing slightly in a post-coital haze of love and lust. you smile harder and let your head fall into the crook of his neck yet again.

“when did that turn into a competition?” you mutter, voice vibrating against his neck and sending shivers down his spine. he lets out a small groan and you smile so hard, your cheeks start to burn.

“you started it,” he accuses and you simply shake your head, “and i ended it too,”

he laughs, airy and wonderful before pressing the tip of his nose to your neck, breathing in your scent.

you let your brain fog over for a bit after such an intense emotional and physical exchange. what were you gonna make for dinner? you still had to wash the dishes from lunch. and take out the trash. and now you both are all dirty and sweaty and smelly. maybe you could shower together after some rest? thank god the couch is pleather. it would be a bitch to clean the cum off of if otherwise.

“i didn’t get you to come yet,” he reminds you, your mind hazed over with sleepiness. you hum, nuzzling further into his neck, “that’s okay. i know you’ll make it up to me.”

he kisses your neck and hums in agreement, suckling at different parts of it, leaving red marks in his lips. “i'll wake you up in a little while so we can get dinner ready. sleep well stinky.”

your mind clouds over until you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. a light snore graces hitoshis ears which only makes him smile.

he rests his back onto the couch, you nuzzling more into his chest. he interlocks his fingers together across your back, his arms resting where your waist meets your ass. the sun sets a nice shade of amber red, smothering the both of you in a calming evening heat and glow. its time to rest now.