Chapter 69
Draken doesn't know when his heart first starts beating out of rhythm, nor does he realize just how deep his feelings have already grown.
It all begins with an ordinary meeting, touched by a hint of suspicion.
Who is this guy? Why does Mikey seem to like him so much? He doesn't look all that special - if anything, he looks ridiculously weak. The way he is now, even an elementary school kid could probably beat the crap out of him. Getting close to Mikey... there's no way he doesn't have some kind of hidden motive, right?
At first, Draken simply follows Mikey's lead. Whatever. It doesn't matter.
But that indifference slowly turns into, "Huh. He's kinda cool. Not bad at all."
Because Draken sees it then - the fierce determination burning bright inside those clear blue eyes. Takemichi throws himself at the bad guys to protect the weak, refuses to stand by while someone disgraces Touman, even when he has absolutely nothing to do with them.
And just like that, the walls Draken puts up at the beginning disappear faster than he expects.
"I like the way he looks at me."
Draken never once imagined he could end up like Mikey, liking someone simply because of the way they look at him. But he has to admit it - Hanagaki Takemichi slowly grows on him. Little by little, Draken comes to care deeply about this friend of his.
Takemichi is weak, yet his spirit is unbreakable. He refuses to lose to anyone. He looks like a coward at first glance, but when it matters most, nobody is braver than him.
The moment Draken watches him defeat an enemy, raising his fist high into the sky in triumph, one thought crosses his mind.
Fighting beside someone like this... feels pretty damn amazing.
And before he realizes it, he is already paying far too much attention to the blond boy.
It is Draken himself who suggests the idea to their chibi commander - the same commander who is too busy wanting to see his own reflection in Takemichi's eyes - that they should invite Takemichi to hang out with the Touman members more often, help him get familiar with everyone, see what the others think of him... and maybe even coax him into joining the gang.
Takemichi ends up joining Touman smoothly, blending in so naturally it almost feels as though he has always been a part of them. Everyone finds themselves getting swept up by him, unable not to grow fond of him.
He is kind, gentle, and innocent, fresh and pure like a young green leaf. And whenever he smiles warmly at people, he looks like a sunflower blooming under the sun. His bright laughter chases away the heaviness buried inside them. He becomes a little sun of his own, carrying warmth and positivity wherever he goes, making everyone around him feel lighter.
Yet when he stands up to fight, he is as fierce as a true warrior - never surrendering, never accepting defeat. The determination blazing in his eyes is so strong that no one can understand where someone like him even finds that kind of strength.
That is the strange charm everyone discovers once they stay by his side.
And as time passes, everyone gradually realizes something else.
Takemichi loves Touman just as deeply as any of its founding members do.
From the very beginning, Takemichi is always the one giving first. The love and affection he receives from everyone else is simply their way of giving something back in return.
But Draken starts to notice something strange happening inside himself.
Maybe it begins the moment Takemichi takes a knife for him. The instant it happens, his breath catches in his throat, his heart trembles with fear, and a horrifying panic crashes over him - something Draken has never felt before.
People always say he's mature, levelheaded. He thinks so too. But the truth is, he genuinely wants to kill Kiyomasa for hurting Takemichi. And the terrifying part is that, if Takemichi doesn't hate him for it, he knows he wouldn't regret killing the bastard at all.
Worry, fear, anger - his emotions churn violently inside him until his head rings and he can't think straight anymore, not until Takemichi calms him down again.
Then Mikey's words from before suddenly echo through his mind, and for the first time, Draken understands why Mikey always searches Takemichi's eyes for traces of himself with such abnormal desperation. He understands why Baji smiles so strangely soft, why he can never tear his gaze away whenever Takemichi sneaks a glance at him before quickly looking away.
The eyes are windows to the soul. Every feeling reveals itself through them.
Those clear eyes are fixed on him, overflowing with so much affection that Draken feels dizzy from it all. Takemichi looks at him as if he's some precious treasure worth protecting with everything he has. Warmth spreads through Draken's chest then, something almost sweet mixed into it. He never imagines there would come a day when he knows what it feels like to be protected by someone. Never imagines he could crave a person's gaze this much either.
But Draken can't figure out what these feelings are at the time. They come too fast. All he knows is that Hanagaki Takemichi has become someone he can no longer imagine his life without.
As time passes, Takemichi's presence begins to fill more and more of his days. Whenever they don't meet, whenever he doesn't hear Takemichi's voice, the longing inside him only grows stronger. Draken likes the moments when Takemichi chatters endlessly beside him, or hides behind his back looking for protection before peeking up at him with that mischievous, adorable grin. Just thinking about those things makes Draken smile absentmindedly to himself.
He doesn't even realize it until the women at the brothel start teasing him, saying the lovestruck look on his face is downright stupid.
Lovestruck? Huh?
Draken freezes.
He really does spend some time thinking about it, but every time he remembers Takemichi standing beside his cute girlfriend, a sharp ache stabs into his chest, and Draken decides he's not going to think about it anymore.
But little by little, he starts noticing how strange everyone else is too.
The instability in Mikey whenever Takemichi is in danger. The dark, obsessive look in Mikey's eyes every time Takemichi laughs and talks comfortably with someone else - it sends chills down Draken's spine. And then there are the looks everyone gives Takemichi.
As time goes on, none of them can hide it anymore.
He wonders if he looks at Takemichi the same way they do.
Has he fallen into this trap called love too?
And yet, he doesn't dare do anything about it. Later on, even less so.
Not when Takemichi keeps going through one life-or-death situation after another. Not when his mind looks like it's slowly breaking apart.
Draken has no idea how many secrets Takemichi has been hiding, or how long that wounded heart has suffered like this. Maybe since the very beginning, ever since he first met them.
Yeah... Takemichi has carried that psychological trauma from the start.
And every time Draken thinks about how Takemichi keeps burying it all inside himself, always showing everyone only his brightest, happiest side, his chest aches unbearably.
Takemichi starts showing up less and less in his life, too caught up in Black Dragon and a bunch of other things on top of that. Back then, something inside him was always restless, simmering with a dull ache he can't quite explain. He doesn't even understand what's wrong with him. There's this fierce longing gnawing at the back of his mind, this constant unease that never settles, and quiet, irrational jealousy too. Sometimes sadness creeps in for no reason at all. At this point, he realizes he's nothing more than an ordinary teenage boy struggling with the overwhelming emotions of youth.
He still jumps up in excitement whenever that person calls and says he wants to come over. Then comes the frantic search for the perfect outfit - not too plain, because he wants to look good in front of him, but not too stylish either, in case it comes off as trying too hard. Should he wear cologne or not? Maybe just a little is fine. His room is already neat most of the time, but now he cleans it even more carefully, paying attention to every little detail. That's just how it is. No matter what, he's still a teenage boy carrying feelings for another boy - feelings he doesn't dare put into words.
Takemichi sits in Draken's room. Just as he remembers, nothing much has changed. The walls are still covered with photos of Toman, but somehow, Takemichi feels like something is different. Beside the bed stands a clothes rack lined with all of Draken's favorite patterned jackets.
"This is my room, y'know. First time you've been here, right? Hang tight for a bit - I just gotta fix some electrical stuff around the house. I'll be back soon. There's manga over there, grab whatever you want so you don't get bored. Oh, and here, potato chips too."
As he talks, Draken hands him a stack of manga and a few bags of snacks. Takemichi can't help clicking his tongue in admiration. Mama Draken really does take good care of people.
After giving a few more reminders, Draken quickly gets back to work, even picking up the pace. He's eager to finish as soon as possible so he can spend more time alone with Takemichi. It takes him less than half an hour to wrap everything up, but just before heading back to his room, he gets stopped again. One of the girls from earlier suddenly stuffs something into the pocket of his jacket.
Draken eyes her suspiciously, especially with that oddly knowing smile on her face. The moment he pulls out whatever she slipped him, he nearly jumps.
"Why the hell are you giving me condoms?!"
"Your big sis is trying her best to help you out here, little bro. Honestly, I'm gonna miss that hot body of yours, but hey, go chase your happiness, okay? Go get 'em."
What the hell is she even talking about? Draken's head fills with a thousand question marks.
"Here, sex obviously comes first, and love comes later, 'kay? Have fun, babe."
Before his brain can even catch up, Draken gets shoved back toward his room by her. She boldly swings his door open, pushes him inside, then slams it shut with a loud bang.
Draken quickly searches his room for Takemichi and -
"Fuck!"
The curse flies out of his mouth the second he sees Takemichi asleep on his bed, looking way too damn tempting for his own good.
By some miracle, the clothes on Takemichi's body have somehow turned into his. The oversized T-shirt hanging off Takemichi's frame is Draken's, and underneath, he's only wearing a pair of short shorts. Those soft, creamy-white thighs are completely on display, hitting Draken right in the face the moment he looks over.
Takemichi sleeps peacefully, cheeks flushed an unusual shade of red, the faint scent of alcohol lingering in his breath. Draken lifts his gaze toward the table in his room and spots a glass along with an empty bottle beside it.
Oh, for fuck's sake. No wonder.
Takemichi is completely wasted.
To summarize the beautiful ladies' master plan to push the two of them together: step one, one person sweet-talks - or more accurately, practically forces - Takemichi downstairs under the excuse of grabbing a drink, while the other pretends to accidentally spill soda all over him, leaving him no choice but to shower and change clothes. And in this house, the only clothes Takemichi can fit into are Draken's. Well, only the shirts fit. Draken's pants are way too big for him.
So in the end, Takemichi settles for wearing only the dry pair of shorts he still has underneath.
Then later, the two women bring him another bottle of "juice" as an apology. Takemichi notices the flavor is a little strange, not quite like regular fruit juice, but it tastes pretty good over ice, nice and chilled, so he drinks the whole thing without realizing it's actually fruit wine. Meanwhile, the two women can tell with one glance that half a bottle would already be enough to make him too drunk to walk straight, let alone finish the entire thing.
The plan is already halfway successful.
As for the rest... they're leaving it up to Draken's male instincts.
Honestly, the two of them are practically dying to see their precious little brother finally have one very passionate night.
Draken buries his face in his hands with a groan, a headache already pounding behind his eyes. This has to be those two idiots messing around again - seriously, what the hell is wrong with them? They've got the completely wrong idea. Do their brains seriously think about nothing except sex? He's going insane.
Draken gently shakes him awake, and Takemichi struggles to pry his eyes open.
"You okay, Takemitchy?"
Takemichi squints, a soft little groan slipping from his throat like a sleepy kitten.
"Mm...?"
He's completely wasted.
This kind of alcohol goes down dangerously easy - sweet, barely any bite to it - but it hits hard before you know it. And Takemichi drinks an entire bottle of the stuff.
Draken can only wait for him to sober up a little. Once Takemichi gets home safely, he's definitely going to deal with those two idiots.
"You're such a dumbass."
Sitting beside the bed, Draken lets out a sigh as he watches the boy sleeping peacefully in front of him. Takemichi's cheeks are flushed a warm pink, and Draken can't help himself - he pokes and pinches at them over and over. They're soft and springy, like mochi.
Cute.
Draken chuckles under his breath.
Annoyed at being disturbed, Takemichi furrows his brows and mumbles an incoherent complaint, which only makes Draken want to tease him more. He pinches Takemichi's nose, and the boy scrunches up his face before cracking his eyes open halfway to glare at him irritably -
Then suddenly bites down on his finger.
Draken completely fails to anticipate that. Takemichi's teeth sink right into his index finger.
Still sulking, Takemichi bites hard and refuses to let go. Draken goes rigid, not even sure how he's supposed to react. It doesn't really hurt, but more importantly, his mind starts going numb from the sensation of his finger trapped inside Takemichi's warm, wet mouth, from the soft brush of his tongue against his fingertip.
Once he gets his revenge out of his system, Takemichi stops biting and starts lazily sucking on Draken's finger instead, like he's savoring a piece of candy. His tongue curls around it playfully, and every slow movement sends faint tremors running down Draken's arm.
Draken has absolutely no intention of pulling his hand away, even though he easily could.
And the moment his imagination wanders - imagining that same hot, wet warmth wrapped around something lower instead - his stomach tightens sharply. Heat coils low in his abdomen, a restless fire beginning to spark to life inside him.
"Takemitchy... you..."
At some point, his voice has turned rough and husky. The calm expression Draken usually wears heats instantly, his throat bobbing as he swallows against the sudden dryness there.
His heartbeat grows faster with every passing second.
Hearing someone call his name, Takemichi slowly opens his drowsy eyes to look at him. Those blue eyes are still hazy with alcohol, drifting dreamily toward him while he keeps Draken's finger between his lips. Draken can hardly believe that something this simple is enough to make Takemichi so seductive, so dangerously provocative. He can practically feel every hormone in his body being toyed with by him.
Takemichi slowly lets go of his finger, still wearing that innocent, absent-minded expression like a little fawn completely unaware that he has stirred the predator lurking inside someone else.
The beast's darkened eyes begin to roam over its prey.
Takemichi's small frame is practically drowning in Draken's T-shirt. The loose collar slips low enough to reveal flashes of pale skin and the enticing line of his collarbones. The rumpled shirt paired with those short shorts leaves his smooth white thighs completely exposed before Draken's eyes. Draken wants to curse himself for imagining how much prettier they would look covered in red marks.
His breathing gradually grows heavier. His heartbeat pounds wildly beyond control. He lowers himself until his face is close to Takemichi's. Takemichi's body is burning hot now, and even his breath carries a warmth thicker than usual, laced with the lingering scent of alcohol that leaves Draken intoxicated. His gaze lingers on those lips for a long moment before he finally throws what little reason he has left straight out the window and presses his lips against Takemichi's.
The kiss is only the briefest touch, yet it leaves a scorching heat on both his lips and his face. Draken pulls away, forcing himself to steady his breathing. He is afraid Takemichi might still be aware enough to realize he just stole a kiss from him.
But when he sees Takemichi's cheeks still flushed red from the alcohol, those dazed innocent eyes staring at him as though he still has no idea how much advantage is being taken of him, Draken feels the fire of desire inside him flare even hotter.
His chest rises and falls sharply. His lips part slightly as he stares at Takemichi with eyes that look utterly hypnotized. His head feels so hot it might break.
"Takemitchy... you won't be mad if I do this to you, right?"
His voice is soft, low, and sticky with affection.
Takemichi only lets out a quiet laugh as he looks at him. Without wasting another second thinking, Draken's larger body covers Takemichi's completely, pinning him beneath him as he tightly grasps both of his hands.
At first, it is only a fleeting brush of lips, but little by little, he takes advantage of the moment and kisses him deeper. After sucking and nibbling on those soft lips, his tongue begins prying Takemichi's teeth apart. The boy beneath him yields easily, letting him invade and sweep through the warmth of his mouth. The wet, scorching tip of his tongue brushes against the sensitive roof of Takemichi's mouth, drawing a soft moan from him, but the sound is quickly swallowed away.
He twines around that soft tongue, rubbing and tangling with it as he drinks down every trace of sweetness laced with the fruity taste of alcohol lingering inside Takemichi's mouth.
The scent of Takemichi's body blends with his own, seeping into the bedsheets and the shirt Takemichi wears, and it only makes Draken more intoxicated, more hopelessly addicted until his thoughts grow hazy.
Draken succeeds in stirring the boy beneath him as well. Takemichi's mind, already clouded by alcohol, grows even foggier beneath the overwhelming pleasure. The heat burning beneath his skin rises higher and higher, yet he feels unbearably comfortable, like a man dying of thirst finally finding water. Takemichi does not resist. Instead, he moves together with him, their tongues tangling in a messy, heated rhythm full of desperate passion.
And that only makes Draken lose control of his desire even more. He wants more, and more than that. The blood rushing through his veins boils hotter by the second. Their kisses become increasingly frantic, filling the room with wet, lewd sounds. A thin trail of moisture slips from the corner of Takemichi's lips - the sweet proof of the two of them melting together without end.
Reluctantly, he pulls away from Takemichi's lips, a silver strand stretching between their mouths before finally snapping apart. Takemichi has been kissed until his whole body turns limp, his lips parted as he struggles to catch his breath.
The room falls silent. Draken can hear their ragged breathing mingling with the obscene sounds of lovemaking coming from the other side of the wall. The two noises blend together, fanning the flames of desire burning inside him even higher.
The person beneath him has just gone through a frantic battle of lips and tongues with him. Those lips now glisten, swollen and luscious like ripe cherries, tempting him to bite and suck on them all over again. The sweetness they share still trickles from the corners of their mouths. Tears pool in Takemichi's eyes, making them shimmer like precious jewels. Draken longs to claim every last bit of that beauty for himself.
Takemichi looks more disheveled than ever now. The shirt he wears has been tugged askew by Draken, pushed up to expose his slender waist and pale, toned stomach. The heat from their heated kissing leaves both their bodies burning, every inch of skin feeling as though it is on fire. Sweat clings to them alike, staining their bodies in the color of scorching desire.
Takemichi is breathtakingly beautiful now. Draken stares at him with eyes full of infatuation and raw hunger. Living in a place like this, hearing - and even witnessing - the vulgar and seductive acts of the world day after day, Draken has never once cared for them or felt even the slightest stir of excitement from any of it. But now, he can feel the painful hardness throbbing beneath his lower body.
Draken thinks he's a complete piece of shit. Takemichi trusts him, yet he still takes advantage of the boy while he's drunk, his mind clouded and defenseless, and does something unforgivable to him. If Takemichi wakes up and remembers what happened, he'll definitely be afraid of him. He'll avoid him... maybe even hate him.
But now he lets himself drown completely in desire with the boy he has been hopelessly in love with all this time, too afraid to ever admit it. At this moment, he does not want to care about anything else anymore.
Draken wants Takemichi. He wants him so badly it borders on madness - wants to be inside him, wants to feel that scorching warmth wrapped around him, wants Takemichi clenching tight around his cock, wants to hear those pleasure-soaked moans spilling from his lips as he cries out Draken's name, wants to see him desperate and begging through tear-filled eyes. He wants to fill him completely with his cum.
"Takemitchy."
He calls out to him while his hand gently strokes the boy's flushed cheek. Takemichi looks at him through half-lidded eyes, hazy and unfocused, like a little cat craving affection, wanting to be pampered and touched even more. His hands wrap around Draken's arm as he rubs his cheek against the larger hand, nuzzling into it so much that Draken's whole body goes rigid, burning hot to an unbearable degree.
The fire of desire only grows harder to restrain when he hears Takemichi's soft breaths and those sticky little whimpers slipping from his lips. Takemichi is trying to tell him he feels a little uncomfortable, that Draken should take responsibility for it. The desire between them is still there, only just ignited moments ago. Draken can feel it clearly.
Draken pulls off the shirt clinging to his body, revealing sun-kissed skin, a powerfully built frame, and firm lines of muscle. Sweat soaks across his body, leaving his skin glistening, almost irresistibly alluring. He looks at Takemichi with eyes clouded in lust.
"Takemitchy, you uncomfortable?"
He leans close to Takemichi's face, voice low and rough, whispering as warm breath brushes against his ear before he starts nibbling at it. His large hands, rough with calluses, begin caressing the boy's slender waist, kneading at it slowly. The teasing touch against such a sensitive spot makes Takemichi let out a soft little "mmh." Almost unconsciously, he loops his arms around Draken's neck, pressing their bodies even closer together.
The heat between them is unbearably intense.
Draken's hand begins to wander down his thigh, savoring the soft, tender flesh beneath his fingertips while he buries his face in the crook of his neck, greedily breathing in his scent like an addict starved for one more hit. He starts scattering kisses across the flawless pale skin of his throat, then trails lower to the delicate beauty of his collarbone.
He has to be gentle - careful not to leave any marks, yet still enough for him to taste every inch of him and soothe the aching hunger burning inside his chest. The boy in his arms trembles too, pleasure coursing down his spine in waves. Soft, breathless moans spill from his lips, sensual and unguarded, only feeding the desire of the man above him.
Draken slips a hand beneath the thin shorts, finding the soft, full curve of his ass and squeezing gently, drawing quiet whimpers from him. His body arches instinctively, chest pressing closer against Draken as his arms cling tighter and tighter around him. In that moment, all Draken wants is to lose himself completely in the overwhelming urge to claim every part of him as his alone.
The teasing below only makes the rest of his body suffer more under Draken's relentless touch. With his other hand, Draken drags up the shirt soaked in sweat and the mingled scent of both of them, exposing a pale chest and the two flushed buds hardened by every pleasure he has drawn from Takemichi's body, leaving them more sensitive than ever. Dizzy with alcohol, his mind still hazy and unable to clear, Takemichi sinks deeper into sensations he has never experienced before, following instinct alone as desire sweeps him away, his body numb beneath every touch from Draken.
Draken closes his lips around one of his nipples, licking and sucking at it while the soft tip of his tongue circles the sensitive peak. The stimulation is too much, and broken little moans spill from Takemichi's lips, breathy and incoherent. A shiver races down his spine, his whole body trembling. Panic flickers through him when he realizes he is growing hard beneath them, the sensation both unbearably pleasurable and frustrating all at once.
Draken lets out a low, wicked chuckle, finding his reaction unbearably cute. Takemichi is nothing but a blank page when it comes to things like this, utterly clueless about what to do with the desires stirring inside him. Watching him struggle like this - helpless and yet so alluring - makes Draken forget, for a moment, what a terrible person he might be. Instead, he feels lucky that he is the first one to witness these expressions on Takemichi's face.
Below his waist, he is hardening more and more as well, the ache becoming impossible to ignore. Just like Takemichi, he wants release.
Takemichi's small shorts come off easily beneath his hands. Draken gazes down at the body pinned beneath him with damp, intoxicated eyes. Everything is laid bare before him: the swollen pink bud still slick with his saliva, the smooth flat stomach and slender waist, the soft pale thighs, the thin sheen of sweat covering flushed skin. Every inch of Takemichi's body reeks of Draken's desire.
All that remains is the needy cock trembling for release.
"Draken... it feels weird... so hot..."
The boy beneath him sniffles as he calls his name, mumbling soft pleas as though begging Draken to help him. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his body beginning to writhe restlessly beneath him.
Takemichi never fails to lure Draken in. The older man is already burning with want, and seeing him like this only makes it harder to hold back. Draken lifts Takemichi up and settles him onto his lap, guiding his legs around his waist. Takemichi's hands come to rest awkwardly against the firm planes of his chest.
Draken cups his cheek again, stroking away the damp strands clinging to his sweat-soaked forehead. Both of them burn with heat, desire swelling to the point of breaking free. Draken frees the hard length straining against his pants, then leans close to murmur into Takemichi's ear, his husky voice low and coaxing.
"Takemitchy, touch me."
He doesn't even wait for Takemichi to move first. Draken catches his hand and presses it against his burning, rigid cock. The drunken boy, lost somewhere between awareness and haze, only stares up at him with a flushed face.
Fuck, Takemichi's expression is way too cute. There's no way Draken can stop teasing him now.
"See what you do to me, Takemitchy? You better take responsibility for it."
The boy looks at him with his lips pressed tight, as if he can't tell whether he's sober enough to understand what's being said to him. Draken grabs Takemichi by the waist and grinds their hips together, his hand wrapping around both his cock and Takemichi's as he strokes them up and down. His hand is so large it easily encloses them both, and every pull sends unbearable pleasure coursing through their bodies. Broken, lust-filled moans spill from Takemichi's lips as he trembles against Draken's shoulder. His legs tighten around Draken's waist, toes curling hard enough to tangle the sheets beneath them. His hips move instinctively with every stroke of Draken's hand.
The room fills with ragged breathing, moans, and low growls of pleasure from the both of them. Draken watches him drown in ecstasy, one debauched expression after another crossing his face, and the heat coiling low in his stomach burns hotter and hotter. He knows he's close already. His throat bobs sharply, his voice rough and husky as he calls Takemichi's name with desperate, feverish desire.
"Takemitchy... ha... Takemitchy, let's come together."
The boy answers with nothing but a dazed, breathless gasp.
Draken's strokes grow faster and faster until the two of them finally come together, and in that moment, nothing in the world feels more perfect than this. Thick, cloudy release spills over Draken's hand, the two of them mixing together while some of it smears across Takemichi's body. Their tense bodies slowly relax afterward, breaths falling into the same rhythm, skin still burning hot. Takemichi goes limp and buries his face against Draken's shoulder. Draken holds him just as tightly, as though he wants to press Takemichi into his very bones and never let go.
Reason returns after lust has consumed his entire mind, and the guilt starts tearing Draken apart. He's terrified - will Takemichi remember any of this when he wakes up? Was this all a mistake? Takemichi is going to hate him. And Draken can't bear that.
Fuck! I'm such a bastard. I betrayed him... and his girlfriend too.
While Draken wears a look of pure misery, the arms wrapped around Takemichi slowly loosen as well. Sitting in his lap, Takemichi finally stops burying his face against Draken's shoulder and pulls back a little. The expression on Draken's face looks utterly shattered - so painfully broken that Takemichi can't bear to see it. He hates seeing people hurt.
Slowly, he lifts both hands to cradle Draken's face, gently stroking it as if to comfort him.
Draken freezes and looks up at him. He sees those flushed cheeks, those clear blue eyes that hold nothing but his reflection, and that soft gaze - free of the disgust he fears so desperately. Even if he knows Takemichi is drunk, at least in this moment, the world no longer feels like it's collapsing around him.
Draken catches Takemichi's hand and rubs his cheek against the warm palm, his low, husky voice soft with affection as he calls out to him.
"Takemitchy..."
He keeps staring at him with a gaze so enamored it borders on obsession, no longer bothering to hide his feelings or hold anything back. Takemichi seems to feel the weight of that look and becomes captivated by it. He watches Draken intently before leaning closer, their breaths tangling together once more.
Desire and dizzy infatuation begin to flare up again. Draken presses his lips to Takemichi's once more, but this time he isn't the only one taking the initiative. The boy in his arms shyly explores his mouth, a hesitant tongue twining around his.
At that exact moment, Draken's heart slams hard against his chest. The fire inside him has barely died down, and already his whole body burns hot all over again. He kisses Takemichi back with equal fervor, letting their lips and tongues linger together. The kiss isn't as frantic as before, yet it's still enough to drown Draken's mind in intoxicating desire. He can't stop himself from craving every sweet taste that belongs to the person in his arms.
Right now, nothing else matters. He doesn't want to think about his guilt anymore. All he wants is Takemichi. He wants him so badly it's driving him insane.
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Note from author:
Meanwhile Chifuyu and Kazutora are out here going through heartbreak, and Draken is just... yeah. That's a whole different situation 💀
I swear I wanna retire from writing smut at this point... it's exhausting. And writing 'fake spicy but not really explicit' stuff is somehow even more tiring. This chapter alone took me almost three days 😭
My number one ship is still MiTake, but for some reason I really love writing Takemichi with different guys too. I know a lot of y'all are probably the same lmao. But DraTake is definitely one of the top-ranking ships in my AllTake list, so they get priority treatment.
(Also, even outside of shipping, Draken is 100% my type 😭 I love that man so much - second only to Takemichi. When he died I got so depressed I legit wanted to drop the manga.)
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