Liar (SaruMi)

Sixteen

The next morning came far too soon for both Yata and Fushimi. The two of them had spent the previous night watching movies, ordering room service and just enjoying each other's company as if they were on some kind of honeymoon. They laughed, cuddled, and even did more intimate things with each other, things that had been rather embarrassing for Yata. The very thought of those things had Yata's cheeks turning a dark shade of red as he stared up at the ceiling. Fushimi had gotten in the shower while Yata had still been asleep, so now he was awake and waiting for the other to come back out so he could go take one as well before heading back to Homra.

As far as Yata was concerned, yesterday had been more than perfect. It had felt like old times, when the two of them didn't have any kind of care in the world. Unfortunately all good things had to come to an end eventually. Sighing softly, the omega sat himself up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He really didn't want the two of them to part after yesterday and the night before that, but he knew they had to. When he heard the bathroom door open, the omega looked up just in time to see Fushimi coming out of the bathroom. He was already fully dressed and drying his hair with a towel, but he didn't have his glasses on yet. Those were actually resting on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Oh, Misaki you're awake." Fushimi sounded surprised when he saw Yata awake on the bed. He expected to have to forcefully wake up the omega or something.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Yata smiled a bit as he got himself off the bed. He had yet to get himself dressed, but that didn't really bother him at the moment. "You should have woken me up...I would have taken one with you."

"As nice as that sounds..." Fushimi paused as he finished walking over to the shorter male, only to pull him into a rather tight embrace. "I figured it was best to let you sleep after the last two nights we've had together."

Yata blushed darkly as the memories of the two previous nights flooded his mind once again. Groaning softly, Yata pushed his face against Fushimi's chest to hide the crimson color on his cheeks. Those two nights had given him even more of a disadvantage against Fushimi now...especially since he had seen, well everything. Those images wouldn't be leaving him alone for a very long time, plus he had the mark on his neck now, showing that he had finally been claimed.

"Shut up, Saru..." Yata mumbled quietly before he pulled himself away from Fushimi's embrace. "I'm going to go clean up so we can head back to our bosses. They wanted us back by noon, and I have to figure out a way to tell Mikoto that you fucking bit me... He's going to fucking kill you."

"Ah-but the only person allowed to kill me is you, and you know that. Don't worry, my dear Misaki.. I'm sure the Captain can keep Mikoto under control. Now go clean up. We'll walk slowly once you're done." Fushimi grinned slightly as he placed a gentle kiss on Yata's forehead.

Yata groaned softly as he was finally released from Fushimi's grasp, though he wished he could have stayed there a little longer. Once free, Yata stepped around the raven and made his way into the bathroom. Walking was still a bit of a pain, but he managed to do it without too much limping. As soon as the chestnut haired male shut the door, he leaned against it for a moment, allowing everything to replay in his mind once again. Everything that Fushimi had told him, everything they had done, and of course, that one request...

'I want you to be the one to kill me if I ever get captured by the Pink Clan...'

Those words, they echoed in Yata's head over and over again. He didn't know if he could do it...he didn't want to do it, especially now that Fushimi had put a mark on him. The very thought of having to kill Fushimi if he ever needed to, it hurt him to think about. Sighing softly, Yata finally pushed himself away from the door and walked over to the shower. He needed to clear his head so he wouldn't end up breaking down and sobbing. Once the water was on as hot as he could get it, the smaller male stepped into the shower, hissing softly as the water splashed onto his bare skin.