Eat Him Up

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what is this fic if not yearning and a lot of fluff (and trauma (and more fluff))

(3546 words)

Waking up in the arms of the man he had swore to be by for the rest of his life was but a distant memory.

He was willing to wait for you.

He told you that if it made you uncomfortable, there was no need to continue the relationship. You both decided to stay friends while you did your best to work past what the red-tied man had done to you.

He was willing to wait for you.

He knew what he felt towards you was greater than friendship even before Senpai had made an attempt on his life. It was part of why he even did in the first place, after you had already broken it off with the blonde.

After that, when he was recovering and when you were helping him in every way you could, he realized how deeply he cared for you. He hated watching you beat yourself up over what Senpai had done; it wasn't your fault, wasn't that obvious?

Eventually, in the middle of your apologies over something minimal, he pulled you into a kiss to silence the unnecessary words you spoke.

Was it the best way to go about it?

Maybe not, but he didn't regret it, especially not when you kissed back.

It was around then that you began staying over at his place so often he forgot you lived somewhere else than in his arms. He knew he would be willing to do nearly anything for you.

So, when Senpai escaped again and left your cheeks smudged with blood, he was willing to wait for you to be comfortable with relationships again before rejoining you in one.

Waiting may have been difficult, had you not been right there by his side the entire time.

But now, you're gone.

He can't wait for someone who isn't there anymore–he needs to find you again, so he can find himself in the arms of the man he won't let be hurt anymore.

If he has to wait a little bit longer after, he'd be willing.

It's all for you, for the man he loves.

—

"Dearest..."

You hum in response, showing that you heard him. You were lounging against him, reading a book and letting him trace over your skin with his claws.

"I think I'll call in my favor now."

Lifting an eyebrow, you sit up off of him, marking your page before closing the book and facing him. You toss it aside, the light thump followed by the heavier thump letting you know it fell off the bed. "What'll it be, then?"

"I remember seeing this one position... it was supposed to strengthen relationships or something, but I just think it'll be comfortable. You can continue reading, too." He explains, you humming again and sitting up more.

"I think I may know which one you're talking about. Still, guide me. I'm not sure." At your words, he gives a slightly worrisome smile.

"To start, face me."

You turn the rest of your body to face him, caught off guard as he abruptly pulls you forward, your legs on either side of him and your arms hooking under his and hugging him to keep your balance. "Okay, this was what I was thinking of."

You rest your chin on his shoulder, relaxing and letting your eyes close for a moment. "You're really comfy. Your muscles make you like a bed." You murmur, him quietly laughing. One of his hands gently rubbed over your back, the other holding you in place.