#tsurumahi

“Good job,” He tells him and Tsurugi grins, eyes flashing towards their snack again. “Do you want a glass of milk with those?” 

He does, so Mahiru pours two and carries them over to the living room while Tsurugi grabs the cookie plate. 

“Alright,” He says once they both sit comfortably on the couch, cookies and milk in front of them. “Let’s eat.” 

A few years ago Tsurugi might have grabbed three or four at once, chowing them down with unconcealed vigor. That, too, has changed; he only takes one now, and though he still stuffs it in his mouth whole, he chews properly and leaves enough room in between this cookie and the next to say thank you, and that they are very delicious. 

“Remember to drink your milk,” Mahiru advises him, not even bothering to try and hide his proud smile, “or you’ll get a dry mouth and whine about it.” 

They end up resting on that couch in lazy silence; nicely full but not uncomfortably so. Mahiru has leaned back into its cushions, contemplating how healthy it is to have a lunch of cookies and nothing else and whether he should slice up some vegetables for dessert, and Tsurugi has sprawled over the length of it, presumably with the sole goal of resting his head on Mahiru’s thighs. 

The change in the air is imperceptible at first, minuscule, shifting along with Tsurugi’s mood. Mahiru only notices when he turns his head ever so slightly from where it rests on his lap, to blow a breath of air against the fabric of his pants, just below where his belt buckle sits, making him shiver. 

“Tsurugi?” 

“Thank you for the meal,” Tsurugi says. 

Mahiru allows himself a moment to ponder what he has come to understand as an invitation. It is important to do so, because Tsurugi’s ideas of what to offer gratitude for – and, perhaps even more so, what said gratitude looks like – tends to be questionable. 

But he looks at Tsurugi and finds an eager, manic glint in his eyes, softer than it used to be but excited nonetheless, finds him looking back with a distinct sense of hunger that can’t be quenched with cookies. Finds himself responding in kind. Getting excited. Feeling warm, and hungry. 

“Fine then,” He says, letting his hand card through Tsurugi’s hair before cupping the side of his face. He needs a second to find the voice he knows the other likes him best with, and Tsurugi uses it to slip from the couch onto the floor, kneeling in between his legs, making his intentions clear. 

“Good boy,” Mahiru croons, and watches Tsurugi’s eyes light up. “Your manners have gotten so good, haven’t they?” 

Tsurugi agrees with a wordless nod. He’s scooted closer, chest pressed against the edge of the couch, fingers buried in the fabric of Mahiru’s pants. If it were discipline they’d play with today Mahiru would reprimand him; but this is a thank you, a reward for both of them, and he will happily be a little softer about it all. 

“Get on with it, then,” He says, scooting a little closer himself, to save Tsurugi the discomfort of craning his neck. Their fingers tangle as they both reach to unbuckle his belt, warm and shivering with anticipation, holding onto each other for a moment before yanking the fabric below away. 

It’s a familiar song and dance, one they’ve swayed along to many times before, that they’re comfortable with, that they enjoy. Tsurugi has no reservations taking Mahiru in his mouth; he knows where to lick, when to suck, to get Mahiru to moan and keen, his head falling back into the couch cushions. He knows where to put his fingers, one hand teasing the flushed skin he hasn’t taken into his mouth yet, one still pulling at his pants, riling him up further; knows how to convey his gratitude, that getting Mahiru off means showing his own enjoyment, closing his eyes and moaning along, tightening his throat around the cock in his mouth. 

And Mahiru, in turn, knows how to offer in pleasure in turn, that Tsurugi loves his fingers tangled in his hair, having his scalp massaged slowly, lovingly, while working his tongue around Mahiru’s dick. Loves having Mahiru’s foot ever-so-gently pushed between his legs, to have something to rut on, chasing his own relief. The living room is thick with Mahiru’s heavy breaths, Tsurugi’s choked moans, the sound of their clothing against the rough fabric of the couch. 

It doesn’t take them long at all to cum. They are familiar with each other’s desire, well-versed in how to get them off. Mahiru holds on to Tsurugi a little bit tighter. Tsurugi takes him a little bit deeper, dragging his tongue along his length, and he feels himself spill down the other’s throat, feels Tsurugi grow soft against his foot. 

For a moment they simply sit in silence. Tsurugi pulls back with a barely audible noise, and Mahiru cups his cheek, kissing his forehead. The scent of cookies still lingering in the air mingles with that of sweat and cum, and Tsurugi licks his lips. 

“So?” Mahiru asks, teasingly, “what tastes better? Me, or my cookies?” 

Tsurugi blanches for a moment, trying to figure out the answer he likes to hear, and he allows himself to be amused by it for just a moment before kissing him again, a wordless reassurance. 

"Yosh!" Hyde exclaimed as he shook his older brother's shoulder while holding a mistletoe in his other hand. "Are you ready, Nii-san?"

Kuro sighed in return, rubbing the back of his head. "What a pain..." Sleepy Ash replied, slumping a bit with laziness expressed in his body movement and expression. "This mission is pretty dumb, Hyde... Like... Why, exactly...? Too troublesome... Can't deal..."

Lawless furrowed his eyebrows, before rolling his eyes. "You're no fun, Nii-san, you know that?" He whined. "We just have to get, ya know, Angel-chan and Mahi-Mahi under the mistletoe and- mission completion!" Kuro only sighed again.

It was Christmas Day, and all the Servamps and Eves were over at Misono's (and Mikuni (since that's technically his house too)) house. Yes, even C3 was there and Tsubaki and his subclass. Everyone agreed upon each other that they all would have a truce: no fighting, no hating, keep the positivity up, no motherfucking war.

With the truce in mind, everyone surprisingly got along well with each other (with the exception of Misono yelling at Mikuni and Mikuni sending death glares at Tetsu... and Mikuni and Tsurugi sending death wishes towards each other of course). Mostly all the adults were drunk including all of C3, but unfortunately, Tsurugi wasn't able to drink since Jun had gotten (surprisingly) drunk, leaving Takuto in Tsurugi's hands. Sure, the ace of C3 was disappointed he couldn't drink, but it was better to take care of the kid he freakin' loved than to be drunk off his ass (now he could brag all he wanted about not being drunk for once and taking care of the adorable kid).

All of this happening, and yet, Hyde and Kuro- well, mostly Hyde, had one mission in mind.

Operation: Get-Mahiru-and-Angel-chan-to-Kiss.

Hyde planned this for a week before, pestering his older brother about it. Kuro wasn't interested, but Lawless knew. He knew that somewhere in him, the Servamp of Sloth had an ounce of interest in doing the mission.

Kuro sighed as Hyde shoved him playfully to go and get Licht. Kuro didn't like the idea of talking to the Greed Eve much, but the Servamp of Greed easily bribed the Servamp of Sloth by telling him it took less work to get Licht than it is to hold the mistletoe over the two's heads. The bluenette actually bought it and agreed. Hyde wasn't lying about how much work it took, though.

"Mahiru-kun~" Hyde hummed, as he shoved the mistletoe in his pocket while waving at Mahiru to get his attention. Mahiru glanced at the Greed Servamp, before looking back at Sakuya and telling him something before walking over to Lawless.

"Did you need something?" The brunette asked with an innocent expression.

What a baby face. Lawless thought, his usual grin on his face as he looked down at the high schooler. No wonder Licht loves this kid.

"Right! Right~ You got a present for everyone, right?" Hyde chirped, ruffling Mahiru's hair. "Can you tell me what you got me~?"

"Are you stupid?" Mahiru chuckled, before putting on a semi-serious expression. "I'm not telling you. Period."

"Aw~ You're so mean! At least tell me what you got for my cool angel-chan?"

"Eh? Licht-san? Well..."

Hyde grinned widely, holding in his laughter as a small blush arose on Mahiru's face as the brunette glanced away sheepishly. This kid! Hyde laughed in his head. Kuro had told him that his Eve had made a cute dove plush for his Angel-chan, but man was Mahiru's expression priceless!

"I'm just kidding~ Nii-san told me earlier, so don't worry about telling me! I already know."

"Kuro?! Why that-"

"Oi. Shitty hedgehog," Licht said bluntly, walking over to the two with Kuro. "Cat said you needed me. What is it— ah. Mahiru."

"Oh... Licht-san."

The Greed Servamp grinned widely, holding the mistletoe in his pocket. "Lich-tan~! Right, I just needed all four of us here so I can discuss something with all of you. That's fine, right?" He questioned, as he slowly started to pull the mistletoe out, a smirk growing on his face as he did.

"Uh... Yeah, I guess so- ....What's with that smir-"

"Gah! What the hell!" Licht blurted as he got shoved to the floor in a quick motion, a small boy with brown hair and bright brown eyes laying on top of him.

"Uwoh!! It's Wicht Jeky Todowoki!" Takuto gasped, a huge smile on his face. Hyde, Kuro, and Mahiru had a look of surprise and shock of what had just happened, the two Servamps especially. But no, it wasn't because of the fact that Licht got shoved to the floor by a kid, it was because Hyde was currently holding the mistletoe over Mahiru...

...And Tsurugi.

Licht had gotten shoved out of his place and got replaced with the ace of C3, Kamiya Tsurugi, who just sighed and picked up the small child.

"Takuto-ku~n," Tsurugi whined. "I told you we have to ask fir—"

"Churugi! Pretty leaf!"

"Hah? Pretty lea— oh." The black haired male awkwardly said, as he looked up at the mistletoe and then at Mahiru. He then looked at Hyde. "Me? Him?" He asked, questioning if he had to kiss the brunette. "I get paid after this, right?"

However, Hyde was too shocked and speechless to reply.

"Papa will pay you!" Takuto chirped happily, looking up at the C3 member.

"Takuto! I'd do it for the money, but I'm not even sure if Mahiru-kun—"

"It's... It's just... It doesn't have to be a long one, right?" The high schooler muttered, rubbing his arm as he glanced away awkwardly. They all could tell he was slightly blushing.

"Oh. Is that so..." The adult hummed and paused for a moment. "How much am I getting paid, again?"

"Papa is gonna pay Chu-Chu!"

"Right. Well, okay then," Tsurugi chirped, placing down Takuto on the floor before standing in front of Mahiru. "Alright~ This'll just be quick, okay?"

"R... Right..."

The magician grinned widely, cupping the teenager’s cheek. Mahiru on the other hand, was blushing furiously. At this point, everyone had their eyes on the current situation: The drunk C3 members cheering, Hyde and Kuro being way too speechless, the other Servamps having no idea what was going on, all the Eves staring in shock, Sakuya mentally freaking out, Licht looking like he was going to kill Tsurugi...

The gap between the two slowly started to close, Tsurugi leaning in with a devilish smirk and Mahiru with his eyes closed, waiting for the kiss to happen.

Hyde slowly turned his head towards Licht, and man... was his angel pretty (very) fucking mad. His eyes- expression, showed it all.

Mahiru tensed once he felt Tsurugi's warm breath against his lips. He was nervous, but it was more simple to just get this over with, right?

"Ma~ Hi~ Ru~" Tsurugi cooed lowly in a husky voice once his and the brunette's lips were only a centimeter apart, but that only seemed to trigger a certain someone, as the ace of C3 was soon sent flying across the room.

"Bullshit," Licht said bluntly, but Hyde could hear the disgust and jealousy in his word. It was until then that the pianist had turned towards Mahiru, grabbing his chin and kissing him.

It lasted like that for a few seconds. More cheering was heard as yells from Sakuya were screamed across the room. Kuro was in total disbelief while Hyde stood there completely dumbfounded.

Licht pulled away, pulling Mahiru close to him as he glared at Tsurugi who sat up with total confusion, yet at the same time, amusement.

"Listen here, you fallen angel," Licht started. "Nobody touches my light, you hear me? Nobody. Lay a finger on Mahiru and you're dead."

The corner of the Servamp of Greed's lips twitched, a grin slowly coming to on his face.