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February 20th
Title: February 20th
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Takiji, Musha
Pairing(s): Musha/Takiji
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1,315
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentioned past torture and past death
Summary: Normally, Takiji dislikes being doted on or treated as fragile. Today only, he’ll accept it.
Notes: Prompt: "gentleness".
On February 20th, 1933, Kobayashi Takiji was killed. He was lured into a trap by a spy within the Communist Party, arrested by the police, and tortured for several hours until he died five hours after his arrest.
On February 20th, 2017, Kobayashi Takiji finds himself in bed with his boyfriend, Mushanokouji Saneatsu.
Much of the day has been spent celebrating Naoya’s and Ishikawa’s birthdays - despite Takiji’s memories of that day, Naoya is an important mentor and friend to him and Ishikawa is someone he gets along with, and he will eat their cakes and congratulate them on getting older like everyone else in the library. Musha is Naoya’s best friend, and he’s hardly been apart from Naoya the whole day.
But shortly after Takiji retires to his room for the night, Musha knocks on his door. “Can I come in?”
Takiji unlocks the door for him. “It’s open.”
Musha enters and locks the door again after him - he knows Takiji has strong feelings about locks - before sitting down on the bed and patting the mattress next to him. Takiji joins him silently.
“How are you feeling?” Musha asks.
“Tired,” Takiji replies, honestly. “And… I would have liked to distract myself more. But I can’t handle noise for that long, either.”
So even though the hubbub about birthdays was helping, Takiji had to remove himself eventually, and the quiet is easy for his painful memories to fill.
“I thought so,” Musha says softly. “Can I distract you? Quietly? You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”
Normally, Takiji dislikes being doted on or treated as fragile. Today only, he’ll accept it. “If you want to.”
Musha nods, and slowly leans in to kiss Takiji’s lips.
Musha is capable of being rough - though he’d more likely call it passionate. Sometimes he gets worked up and doesn’t realize how hard he’s holding onto Takiji’s arms, or don’t notice just how much Takiji’s lips are bruising until he pulls away and gets a proper look. Takiji doesn’t mind - to be wanted so much that Musha doesn’t think about anything else is flattering, and the pain is minimal.
Tonight, Musha’s kiss is soft and careful. His lips are warm against Takiji’s, but he doesn’t push to deepen the kiss. He kisses slowly, as if he has all the time in the world to stay in bed with Takiji. Maybe he really would, if he had the chance.
Takiji kisses him in return, just as soft. He’s always liked this part - Musha’s kisses are sweet, and while eventually they both get worked up enough that they have to move on, Takiji rarely wants to rush. It’s fine like this, to wrap his arms around Musha’s shoulders and trade kisses.
He starts to count them, for no real reason, and gets up to fifty-nine before Musha moves on. He lifts Takiji’s goggles off over his head and sets them aside, then kisses the part of Takiji’s neck that had been covered. This is gentle too, soft and lingering, covering every bit of visible skin twice over.
There isn’t much - Takiji doesn’t like taking off his hoodie on the best of days. Sometimes he pushes through that, or just takes it off long enough to get his shirt off and then puts it back on. It’s staying on tonight, and Musha doubtless knows that, because he doesn’t even lay a finger on it.
Instead he skips down. Takiji’s boots have already been kicked off, so Musha unrolls his socks before kissing Takiji’s toes, then sucking on a littletoe.
Takiji can’t help but squirm at that. “It tickles.”
“Oh, it’s no good?” Musha asks, popping off of Takiji’s foot immediately.
Takiji has to think about his answer, because he knows Musha will listen to him and take him at his word. “It’s not bad, but it’s not really good either. It’s like if you licked my arm.” He doesn’t dislike it, but right now it isn’t doing anything for him.
Musha nods and moves on. Takiji’s belt comes off and is set aside. Then there’s the pants, but instead of going for anywhere sensitive right away Musha kisses other places. The outside of his thigh. The inside of his knee. The length of his leg. Takiji sees how often Musha’s gaze flicks up to his face - is that alright, am I making you feel good? - and the concern adds warmth to the smoulder left behind where Musha’s lips touch.
The inside of his thigh. The other thigh. The first thigh again. Musha is no less gentle than when he started. Even when his tongue finally contacts Takiji through his underwear, it’s only a soft touch, muffled by the fabric.
Takiji isn’t prone to rushing, but he isn’t usually teased like this for so long. He clenches on to the sheet with both hands.
Musha pulls Takiji’s underwear off eventually. One of his hands goes to stroke, slowly and carefully, and the other reaches to hold one of Takiji’s hands. Takiji can’t possibly say no, and he lets go of the bedsheet to hold Musha’s hand instead.
Slow. A snail’s pace. Musha kisses the skin nearby now and then but doesn’t touch Takiji where he wants him most with anything but a hand wrapped around him, dragging down and then up in a steady rhythm. In the time it takes Musha to go a little faster, a crab could have walked a mile.
“Musha,” Takiji says. “It’s okay if you go faster.”
Musha asks, “But do you want me to go faster?”
...Sometimes it’s annoying to have a partner who’s so direct, and sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that Musha won’t settle for Takiji just letting Musha do whatever he likes, that Takiji’s pleasure and happiness is important to him.
This is one of the first kind, and Takiji’s cheeks flush with embarrassment about having to say it out loud. “Please go faster.”
Musha obliges with no further argument. His strokes pick up a decent rhythm at last, and when his tongue licks down where his hand just was, it’s a firm touch that makes Takiji gasp. When Musha’s lips wrap around him, Takiji grips Musha’s hand tightly and shuts his eyes.
Musha is a beautiful person, and so it’s impossible to look at him while he swallows Takiji down as far as he can. He’s beautiful enough anyway - he’s warm in every point of contact, and when he moans the sound is sweet even muffled around him. To see him would be too much.
The feeling of Musha, Musha, Musha fills Takiji up so much that there isn’t any space for the memories to get in.
Takiji doesn’t know how much time passes between then and when he spills into Musha’s mouth, holding even more tightly to his hand. He is vaguely aware that Musha wipes his mouth with a handkerchief before curling up next to him on the bed, holding him close.
His clothes are still on, and the only part of him Takiji’s touched since the kiss is his hand. He has a moment of guilt, but Musha radiates so much content when he nuzzles into Takiji’s neck that it’s hard to feel like he did something wrong.
“I love you,” Musha murmurs against his skin. “If I can make you feel good enough to beat out the pain of that time, then that’s the most important thing I’ve ever done.”
Musha believes that with all his heart, Takiji knows. More than the books he wrote, the art he created, the villages he founded, the ideals he spread - Takiji’s happiness would be his greatest achievement, and all that he did in his life that earned him praise and fame would be just footnotes to the story of how he helped Takiji become happy again.
It’s that that keeps the pain at bay, much more than any momentary pleasure.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Takiji, Musha
Pairing(s): Musha/Takiji
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1,315
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentioned past torture and past death
Summary: Normally, Takiji dislikes being doted on or treated as fragile. Today only, he’ll accept it.
Notes: Prompt: "gentleness".
On February 20th, 1933, Kobayashi Takiji was killed. He was lured into a trap by a spy within the Communist Party, arrested by the police, and tortured for several hours until he died five hours after his arrest.
On February 20th, 2017, Kobayashi Takiji finds himself in bed with his boyfriend, Mushanokouji Saneatsu.
Much of the day has been spent celebrating Naoya’s and Ishikawa’s birthdays - despite Takiji’s memories of that day, Naoya is an important mentor and friend to him and Ishikawa is someone he gets along with, and he will eat their cakes and congratulate them on getting older like everyone else in the library. Musha is Naoya’s best friend, and he’s hardly been apart from Naoya the whole day.
But shortly after Takiji retires to his room for the night, Musha knocks on his door. “Can I come in?”
Takiji unlocks the door for him. “It’s open.”
Musha enters and locks the door again after him - he knows Takiji has strong feelings about locks - before sitting down on the bed and patting the mattress next to him. Takiji joins him silently.
“How are you feeling?” Musha asks.
“Tired,” Takiji replies, honestly. “And… I would have liked to distract myself more. But I can’t handle noise for that long, either.”
So even though the hubbub about birthdays was helping, Takiji had to remove himself eventually, and the quiet is easy for his painful memories to fill.
“I thought so,” Musha says softly. “Can I distract you? Quietly? You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.”
Normally, Takiji dislikes being doted on or treated as fragile. Today only, he’ll accept it. “If you want to.”
Musha nods, and slowly leans in to kiss Takiji’s lips.
Musha is capable of being rough - though he’d more likely call it passionate. Sometimes he gets worked up and doesn’t realize how hard he’s holding onto Takiji’s arms, or don’t notice just how much Takiji’s lips are bruising until he pulls away and gets a proper look. Takiji doesn’t mind - to be wanted so much that Musha doesn’t think about anything else is flattering, and the pain is minimal.
Tonight, Musha’s kiss is soft and careful. His lips are warm against Takiji’s, but he doesn’t push to deepen the kiss. He kisses slowly, as if he has all the time in the world to stay in bed with Takiji. Maybe he really would, if he had the chance.
Takiji kisses him in return, just as soft. He’s always liked this part - Musha’s kisses are sweet, and while eventually they both get worked up enough that they have to move on, Takiji rarely wants to rush. It’s fine like this, to wrap his arms around Musha’s shoulders and trade kisses.
He starts to count them, for no real reason, and gets up to fifty-nine before Musha moves on. He lifts Takiji’s goggles off over his head and sets them aside, then kisses the part of Takiji’s neck that had been covered. This is gentle too, soft and lingering, covering every bit of visible skin twice over.
There isn’t much - Takiji doesn’t like taking off his hoodie on the best of days. Sometimes he pushes through that, or just takes it off long enough to get his shirt off and then puts it back on. It’s staying on tonight, and Musha doubtless knows that, because he doesn’t even lay a finger on it.
Instead he skips down. Takiji’s boots have already been kicked off, so Musha unrolls his socks before kissing Takiji’s toes, then sucking on a littletoe.
Takiji can’t help but squirm at that. “It tickles.”
“Oh, it’s no good?” Musha asks, popping off of Takiji’s foot immediately.
Takiji has to think about his answer, because he knows Musha will listen to him and take him at his word. “It’s not bad, but it’s not really good either. It’s like if you licked my arm.” He doesn’t dislike it, but right now it isn’t doing anything for him.
Musha nods and moves on. Takiji’s belt comes off and is set aside. Then there’s the pants, but instead of going for anywhere sensitive right away Musha kisses other places. The outside of his thigh. The inside of his knee. The length of his leg. Takiji sees how often Musha’s gaze flicks up to his face - is that alright, am I making you feel good? - and the concern adds warmth to the smoulder left behind where Musha’s lips touch.
The inside of his thigh. The other thigh. The first thigh again. Musha is no less gentle than when he started. Even when his tongue finally contacts Takiji through his underwear, it’s only a soft touch, muffled by the fabric.
Takiji isn’t prone to rushing, but he isn’t usually teased like this for so long. He clenches on to the sheet with both hands.
Musha pulls Takiji’s underwear off eventually. One of his hands goes to stroke, slowly and carefully, and the other reaches to hold one of Takiji’s hands. Takiji can’t possibly say no, and he lets go of the bedsheet to hold Musha’s hand instead.
Slow. A snail’s pace. Musha kisses the skin nearby now and then but doesn’t touch Takiji where he wants him most with anything but a hand wrapped around him, dragging down and then up in a steady rhythm. In the time it takes Musha to go a little faster, a crab could have walked a mile.
“Musha,” Takiji says. “It’s okay if you go faster.”
Musha asks, “But do you want me to go faster?”
...Sometimes it’s annoying to have a partner who’s so direct, and sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that Musha won’t settle for Takiji just letting Musha do whatever he likes, that Takiji’s pleasure and happiness is important to him.
This is one of the first kind, and Takiji’s cheeks flush with embarrassment about having to say it out loud. “Please go faster.”
Musha obliges with no further argument. His strokes pick up a decent rhythm at last, and when his tongue licks down where his hand just was, it’s a firm touch that makes Takiji gasp. When Musha’s lips wrap around him, Takiji grips Musha’s hand tightly and shuts his eyes.
Musha is a beautiful person, and so it’s impossible to look at him while he swallows Takiji down as far as he can. He’s beautiful enough anyway - he’s warm in every point of contact, and when he moans the sound is sweet even muffled around him. To see him would be too much.
The feeling of Musha, Musha, Musha fills Takiji up so much that there isn’t any space for the memories to get in.
Takiji doesn’t know how much time passes between then and when he spills into Musha’s mouth, holding even more tightly to his hand. He is vaguely aware that Musha wipes his mouth with a handkerchief before curling up next to him on the bed, holding him close.
His clothes are still on, and the only part of him Takiji’s touched since the kiss is his hand. He has a moment of guilt, but Musha radiates so much content when he nuzzles into Takiji’s neck that it’s hard to feel like he did something wrong.
“I love you,” Musha murmurs against his skin. “If I can make you feel good enough to beat out the pain of that time, then that’s the most important thing I’ve ever done.”
Musha believes that with all his heart, Takiji knows. More than the books he wrote, the art he created, the villages he founded, the ideals he spread - Takiji’s happiness would be his greatest achievement, and all that he did in his life that earned him praise and fame would be just footnotes to the story of how he helped Takiji become happy again.
It’s that that keeps the pain at bay, much more than any momentary pleasure.