Tokyo Revengers; Fate.

Chapter 28 [Lemon]

Baji Kohaku P.O.V.

The mirror is fogged up. When I wipe it down I look at an older version of myself with a cut on my lip, and bruised cheek. Ah, so I'm here again. The tattoo I had on my forearm last time, is right underneath my collarbone this time. The bathroom is the same as it was the last time, but it's slightly different. I just can't get my finger on it what it is. I dry myself off, and put on shorts and a tank top before I towel dry my hair and brush it. When I walk out of the bathroom, I see that it's the same loft, with slight differences. Ran is sitting near the window in a lounge chair. The window is slightly opened since he's smoking, while also holding a glass of whiskey. Across from him on the huge couch is, to my surprise Mitsuya, wearing just sweatpants . The television is turned on, but the sound is turned low. The air is tense as if they had a rather large discussion. "Hey baby" Ran says, as the corners of his mouth curl up amused. "Okaeri" I say softly. "The two of you didn't have another fight did you?" I ask, walking over to the liquor cabinet  and pouring myself a glass of gin and add some lemon peals to it. "I wouldn't call it a fight" Ran answers. As I take my glass, I look at Mitsuya. "I just spoke my mind, that's all" he says shrugging.   "Did you finish your painting?" Ran asks as I sit down on the floor, leaning my back against Mitsuya's legs. I'm confused, but my body is apparently used to this, as it did this on its own. "Some of it" I say, scratching the back of my head. "I'm not sure if I should do it though" I add. "You're overthinking it baby" Mitsuya says, as I feel his fingers stroking the curve of my neck to my shoulder. "I know the subject is hard for you, but tragedy sells. You're popular and people want your paintings because they're not only happy and colorful. But because some are dark, and draw out feelings. They sell for millions of yen because of it baby" Ran says as I take a small sip of gin. I don't respond and look at my glass. "He wouldn't judge you for it" Mitsuya says softly.

I hesitate for a moment, Mitsuya won't be coming home tonight and Ran is in an incredible bad mood for some reason. He seems even scarier than usual. He's in his favorite chair near the window with a glass of whiskey in his hand, though he's smoking while looking outside. I walk over and climb onto Ran's lap, my knees on either side of his hip. "There's got to be a way for me to cheer you up" I whisper, lifting his chin and pressing my lips softly onto Ran's. "Surely there is" he mumbles as our lips part for a second, before finding each other again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pushing myself against him as our tongues dance. Ran softly pushes me off him, and places his whiskey glass on the small table next to him. I quickly take off my pants and boxers while Ran opens his. I put the lube and box of condoms on that same table as I climb into him again and our lips find each other. I tilt my head back and exhale softly when I feel his lips softly against my neck. It's followed by a soft moan when I feel his lubricated finger slipping inside of me. I tilt my head back and Ran's violet eyes meet mine as I open the buttons of his shirt while he continues to move his fingers in and out of me, to prepare me for him. Ran pulls me down, kissing me again. When I feel his hands putting on the condom, I lift myself slightly. When I feel both hands on my hips I lower myself onto him, making us both moan deeply. "Hmm that's it baby" Ran moans softly as I slowly start riding him. He allows it, for a little while but he then stands up, lifting me in the process. He puts me down, turns me around and places my hands against the window frame as he enters me again. I gasp softly, seeing all the lights of Tokyo underneath us as Ran thrusts deep within me, at the same time it's embarrassing so I lower my head. "You're not shy all of a sudden are you?" Ran growls softly, as he's so deep I feel his pelvis against my butt cheeks. I only moan softly, especially when he presses his lips softly against my neck.

I spit the blood on the floor, before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I look at the two 'gangsters' on the floor in front of me. "Just because I'm an artist, doesn't mean I can't fight back. I can even let you get shot if I wanted to" I say. "I assure you I've got nothing to do whatever you accuse me of. Even if I did, I don't care. Don't bother me again" I say, with that I walk away. I rub my head as I walk to our loft building. They did hit me hard. I walk in step in the elevator, and use my key to get to the top floor. When I open the front door, I hear laughter coming from the kitchen. So Mitsuya got home huh? "That's not true and you know it" Mitsuya laughs. I take off my shoes. "Tadaima" I say, as I walk in. "Okaeri" Mitsuya says cheerily, but both his and Ran's face changes when they see me. "What happened?" Mitsuya asks at the same time as Ran asks "who did this?" I shrug. "Nothing important" I say. Ran places his hand underneath my chin and lifts my face. His eyes shimmer dangerously. "They touched something that is mine. It is important" he says. "Was just some low life gangsters. I don't even know what it was about, I didn't listen" I say. Mitsuya pushes me onto a barstool. "Sit down. Let me make you some tea" he says, immediately starting the tea. "I'm not some fragile doll you know" I say. "I know baby" Ran says, stroking an escaped strand behind my ear. "That doesn't mean I'll excuse them from touching what is mine. What did they look like?" He asks. Reluctantly I tell him, and Ran immediately walks away to make a phone call. Mitsuya walks up next to me, and puts the tea in front of me. "You alright?" He asks softly while stroking my cheek. "I'm fine" I sigh. "I'm just annoyed" I add. "I know baby" Mitsuya says, pressing his lips against my cheek. At that moment Ran walks up again. "I'm handling it" he says as Mitsuya looks at him. It's more to put Mitsuya at ease than me, I only get more annoyed. "I already knocked them down you know" I say. "I know baby. But they need to be thought a lesson" Ran says, placing his hand on the back of my neck.